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​prod.sky1 - diamonds كلمات الأغنية

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[intro: yeat]
​galaxxy
all type of diamonds, all type of lights
all type of—, all type of—
sky (god to a kid, cat to a mice)

[chorus: yeat]
all type of diamonds, all type of lights (ack)
i got all type of b_tches, all type of vibes (yeah, vibey)
we got all types of sticks, we don’t do no fights (yeah)
we a god to a kid, cat to a mice (yeah, allah)
i got honeybuns, baby, tell me what you like (what you like)
i just poured up a deuce, but it’s not a sprite (not a sprite)
i already told you the truth, tell me, how i lie? (how?)
don’t make me hold it from you, i won’t tell it twice (yeah)

[bridge: travis scott]
heart beatin’ doublе, i done got you high (ooh, ah, yeah)
have it how you want, thеse pockets not light (oh, it’s lit!)
be back in a minute, ah (oh)
this is how we livin’ now (oh, let’s go)

[verse 1: travis scott & yeat]
american band stand
our race is american, i hate i swear
him and his man’s plan
thought they gon’ come back, though, i’m fully aware
thought i was been in cam
way the drum line, came through with a .45 flare
backed in his man’s plan
thought they gon’ come back, though, but we left him right there
i hit it on side swipe, everyday squad life, is they a’light?
sippin’ that cacti, ’til we go pass out, like this is life
i keep a rotation, none of them ragin’, this not no hype (god to a kid, cat to a mice)
[verse 2: yeat]
walked inside the building, b_tch, i’m flexing, i got big diamonds
bad b_tches pulling up on me, they suck my big privates
i just walked inside this f_cking building, now i want big bodies
all my money got so f_cking big, they want me dead, probably
fashion week, i was rocking diamonds, i don’t rock no bape
bad b_tch, saying that she love me when i f_ck her face
barely, i could see, b_tch, i bought a crib in sp_ce
if you ask me, i’ma tell you nothing, that’s the way i am
different color diamonds, watch them hit, i’m murakami, man
i just boot up on this f_cking bean, she l!ck my privates, man
richer than a b_tch so just tell me, why’d i lie to them?
i just be living day by day, got no accomplishments
i see all this cabbage coming in, i bet you tally it (bad taste)
i got all this money coming in, i’m ’bout to bury it (’bout to bury)
when the fame come, yeah, sh_t can get scarier
b_tch, i’m already up, you in the past, kiss my derriere

[chorus: yeat]
all type of diamonds, all type of lights (ack)
i got all type of b_tches, all type of vibes (yeah, vibey)
we got all types of sticks, we don’t do no fights (yeah)
we a god to a kid, cat to a mice (yeah, allah)
i got honeybuns, baby, tell me what you like (what you like)
i just poured up a deuce, but it’s not a sprite (not a sprite)
i already told you the truth, tell me, how i lie? (how?)
don’t make me hold it from you, i won’t tell it twice (yeah)

- prod sky1

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