Rocky Diamonds - Black Diamonds lyrics

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Rocky Diamonds - Black Diamonds lyrics

[Verse one:] Look we've been real Since fifteen we've been trill You needa chill Nobody knows I ain't feel Neat wheel kamato and these n***as on my mama Keep the spank next to my heart and stay the f** away from the drama I see the lemonade n***as in the hood like damn it Y'all can really need it I'm uh walkin' in the streets, you know How to stay cheesy, how to remain real Have s** with b**hes kin cause it's f** how they feel [Verse two:] Fast money or no money I'm getting D off your hoe money Let's get it fresh, no bummy sh** I just be on my money sh** What the f** n***a? You used to f** the words You used to f** the rap on that money sh** Big cannon, see these guns? Nick Cannon my youngest drum Retards my youngest dumb Record labels they pot the sh** Listenin' to hot boys In the hot whip with a hot b**h And she from the projects Her big bros bang that f**in' fire So let's say that sh** – youngest n***a alive [Hook:] X2 I got my hoes workin' I got my b**hes on the pole They keep that a** t**n' That money comin', dollars flowin' b**h grab all that money And bring that sh** right back to daddy Now a n***a stuntin' I do this sh** for my young G's [Verse three:] Broke n***as, broke hoes That's that sh** I don't like Laid back, white coupes Speakers soundin' like bullfights Trae Tha Truth and I'm on flight cla** Wardrobe like 24 flights I'm still a king in these streets of mine p**y n***as got no rights If I hit the club I'm like Tyga Rack City They know I'm a boss like Ross and big Lil' I ain't got a check on deck then you silly Never pay a b**h with no a** and no titties Chain that I got like Mexico City Chemical to work, I met you like really The money go into full speed, no Hemmy If a n***a want beef I'm fully, no semi Damn right cause I got it Money hoes clothes exotic Anything you talkin' I'm 'bout it Too many paparazzi, I'm spotted I ain't worried about, I got loks on Like my forward tittie, a few spokes on Haters mad as hell cause our hope is gone They can get playbacks like our broken songs Shake like you could tell them that it's show time I'm in the back though the n***as know to show signs Two cups, I'm pullin' my full 9 Somebody's b**h get ricked, no rhymes Young G, yea I got more hoes Punch line, yea I got more blows I'll go, yea I got more goals Tell them n***as wake up, I want those [Hook:] X2 [Verse four:] Hey look I f** a thot, f** a cop, f** a op I hit them all, I hit your b**h, I hit that block Phone t**n', b**hes workin', money flowin' Blunts lit, pills popped, drink flown' Aye if that b**h for me why didn't that b**h just hold it? No n***a spit game, she already goin' One hundred n***as with me and they all tordy Me and my tour twins, we both smokin' Let the child explain, bruh Glock 9's in they case bruh My OG's move OZ's We do this sh** every day bruh Tatted like amigos I'm getting' fresh like my free clothes My sponsor, it maybe mama We honor that G code Real P's do real things f**ed n***as get f**ed up Bad b**hes come to my house My young n***as stay turnt up Body bags for all y'all Whole clip for your whole gang Yo b**h talk about me like she Hank Hill and I'm propane [Hook:] X2