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ft ab soul smoke dza - diamond (ft. ab-soul) - smoke dza كلمات الأغنية

[intro]
kush god, b-tch
pimp hand strong
suplexin’ hoes, like brad armstrong
suck a n-gg- d-ck chopped and screwed though
right

[hook: ab-soul]
bad b-tch
whistle while you twerk on that d-ck
that’s it
make it nasty
all that sh-t
cl-ssy, in the street
but freaky in the bedroom
bad ho
whistle while you twerk
and don’t miss a note

[verse 1: smoke dza]
riiight…
she walk in and got the lil n-gg-s widlin’
-ss like, she employed by king of diamonds
last night
she got off, the paper pilin’
hoes mad tight
but she twerk and keep stylin’
lickin’ her lips just like she give the mean marvelous
-ss clappin’ on that green carpet
get it girl
slow grindin’, got a n-gg- brick
she tryna give a private dance and get a extra tip
sh-t
she put that box right up for sale
i got a couple 1s
but i’m from the school of akinyle
she let my man pipe wit some p-sses for rock the bells
haha
these hoes is wicked
i wonder what she do for some jigga tickets
bad b-tch
but her mentality is cl-ssless
average
ho in the spot, tryna stack chips
she like, if jesus turned water into wine
then i could turn this p-ssy into diamonds
i heard you
i heard you shorty
i dig ya plans
i overstand
you start talkin’ ’bout bands
a n-gg- be lookin’ in the air like

[hook: ab-soul]

[interlude: ab-soul]
(f-ckin’ suck a n-gg- d-ck, while hittin’ the splits, and rollin’ the spliff at the same d-mn time, b-tch, is you out of yo mind, b-tch?!)

[verse 2: ab-soul]
nasty
make it nasty
soulo, ho
lookin’ for the hole behind yo panties
that’s fasho
hit that pole
let this be yo anthem
dip it low
heard it’s dippin’ dots between yo thighs
dza got a scoop befo’
i’m tryna see what that be like
d-mn right (ho)
ab got a appet-te
d-mn right (ho)
i gotta eat
i gotta eat
you heard of foreplay
let’s try gunplay
pull my strap and you’re deceased
(soulo)
a beast under the sheets
like a top dawg under cover
f-ck undercover police
it’s the kush god and the god mc
pay yo t-thes
or you could do it for free
please make that -ss clap
i got bands
i got racks
got them fifties
got them hunnedssss
i don’t drive
but that audi outside got room for us
turn this up
i’m turnt up
can’t you tell?
don’t tell no lie
(ho)

[hook: ab-soul]

- ft ab soul smoke dza

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