Rick Ross - Yela Diamonds lyrics

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Rick Ross - Yela Diamonds lyrics

Runnngghhhh!!!!! D-Boys be the livest D-Boys be the livest, D-Boys be the livest All I want for Christmas is my Pyrex All I want for Christmas is my Pyrex [Hook - Rick Ross] My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds My dope be shinin' like it's yella diamonds Nineteen for the whole thang Walk up out the trap n***a it's bling bling [Hook] [Verse 1 - Rick Ross] I'm back to trappin' like I'm 'posed to, n***a Them crackers wanna see me on a wanted poster, n***a Chasin' my money like I'm Oprah, n***a From Dade County now mansions in Boca, n***a Now bring that drama that you spoke of, n***a Ain't no water drippin' out this super soaker, n***a Go cash a check just like a dolphin, n***a Chopper City all up out your office, n***a Study your plays in my office, n***a A pound of haze'll make a gangsta off a n***a You wanna live? Make an offer n***a Club LIV is your coffin n***a [Hook] [Verse 2 - Rick Ross] I'm whippin' cake up like I'm Jacob, n***a Hundred eighty for the bracelet and they hate it, n***a I had to have 'em custom make it, n***a You have to gun me down before you take it, n***a You know we roll up like Jamaican n***as No marijuana, talkin' bout k**in' these hatin' n***as The time is now f** all the waitin', n***a I can't hold back all these Haitian n***as You know they talkin' home invasion, n***a Seein' your daughter scream can be very persuasive, n***a First question, "Where the safe at, n***a?" All in your woman face f** up her makeup n***a [Hook] [Verse 3 - Rick Ross] I'm watching me a kilo break up, n***a Snort a line of this I bet you wake up, n***a Dead presidents all on my body, n***a For dinero, ocho cinco, catch me a body n***a Teflon Don, John Gotti n***a God forgives and I don't, my chopper hit the lotto n***a My chopper hit the lotto n***a Keepin' it real my ch-ch- chopped a lot of n***as I paid my dues, dudes get ya done I paid my fool, here come that murder one I think it's time you n***as recognize Worth fifty million so f** the other side My n***a you know your chopper's cold On the other hand my ch-chopper's old All the little head busters swingin' now And I buy 'em all cars off of my yella diamonds [Hook]