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diamondsonmydick - cant die broke lyrics
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[intro: sickboyrari]
feel like i’m hi_c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
feel like i’m hi_c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
[bridge: diamondsonmyd_ck]
cashed cobras production little ho, eat my p_ssy
yuh, yuh, what? hoah, hoah
yeah, yeah, what? what? yeah, ayy
[verse 1: diamondsonmyd_ck]
i keep a demon sl_t, blood on my air force 1s
f_ckin’ with gang, hit with this tommy gun
sacrificin’ hoes, i do that sh_t for fun
b_tch, i’m just tryna f_ck
pretty boy demon, i cannot fall in love
posted up, evil grin, shinin’ gold slugs
finesse a n_gga, b_tch, you a whole dub
[?] ’cause you n_ggas is so dumb
smokin’ strap pack like i got no lungs
pour up the act’, b_tch, i can’t stand up
i cannot lack, b_tch, i need two guns
n_gga get whacked, now in casket all dressed up
talk sh_t on the ‘net, in person, don’t do nun
f_ck that lil’ b_tch, that ho a whole sl_t
talk down on gang, get your soul lift up
in love with the act’, sippin’ on dirty mud
shut up lil’ b_tch, you talking too much
thought it was my arm, this is not blood
you roll with my drip, n_gga, you my son
crossin’ these n_ggas just like its and1
reptilian club, f_ckin’ on your sl_t
pocket rock’, foreign whip, doing donuts
n_gga, you a b_tch, sweet like a honey nut
f_ck that love sh_t, [?]
cuffing that ho, you goin’ out sad
yeah, that’s your daughter
but she call me dad
i cannot lack so i keep two mags
hollow tips on yo’ head like a durag
she tryna fall in love, know i said “f_ck that”
big gas, [?]
all these hoes green, [?]
two glocks, keep in my duffel bag
cast a spell, hit yo’ b_tch from the back
[?]
b_tch, i got a [?], jimmy neutron
i don’t do dates, i’m just tryna f_ck some
watch that f_ckboy [?]
i’ll beat your ass up
it was just me, he thought it was five [?]
[verse 2: sickboyrari]
feel like sh_t
i’m with hi_c, slime, my man
know i’m in all white
look at my big foreign, and i slime my b_tch
know i shoot, we talk through pistols
pouring blood for my mental
feel like i’m hi_c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
gas, blow my whip down
crystals and they diamonds
n_ggas hate me, i know i’m ’bout it
[?], you know i’m stuntin’
all black wock’, you know that i’m gliming
a young n_gga runnin’ up, what’s the timing?
k9 bro so i gotta stay gliming
so mysterious how n_ggas be silent
been a solider [?]
stack my money to the end
i got blood on my tint, i got crack in my rims
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