Tom Davids - Diamonds in the pack lyrics

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Tom Davids - Diamonds in the pack lyrics

[Glitch in the internet] You may not haaaaaaaaaaaaave A car at all! Ugh But you can still stand tall [Verse 1: Skank] I rock well off rock sales While cops fail/ Pitch hail / On Hot days no temp scale/ Ugh Hot days on temp scale/ Years after, skankys laugher as rocwell/ You never seen a west indie/ On kundelini/ Black Jesus/ But treated like mussolini/ Rappers upset Cause They need workers/ But chu the mothaf**ing worker for the worker/ Ugh Just flash a lil bread in they face/ Rental cars and sh** Crooked polls in they race/ Florida balids You the type to sell a once An owe 8/ Cut my sh** short (Puss) i want the whole plate/ Skank dollar What a name b**h!/ You f**ing up more than a athiest/ Yo you hurd chris rap yo he the craziest/ Nah but i hurd chris f** tho he the waviest/ Surf Brendas got a baby/ Survived in her stomach/ Pulled me from the body/ Now rappers my school lunches/ Ya song made racks Ya crack just made hundreds/ Dont act like i dont know n***a Now say something/ But if you could call me broke They way i break n***as down/ Headcracks,,,,,, They about to bank on skanky now/ No azelia But you got me Iggy/ I mean you got me aggy/ With that oil base Nicole Richie/ [Hook :Skank] Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scence with my gangster leannn Uggghhhh Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scene the scene with my gangster lean [Verse 2: Skank] p**nograpic Or national geographical/ Either or my n***a im still a animal/ The way feds watchin Must be steve Irwin/ Later aligator Lacoste polo servin/ Yea lacoaste out the truck b**h Got em off for fun Out of my crown vic Back when everybody crowned vic But the steelers stole the championship ..................... Now im rapping all in the matrix S the key maker On jim Morrison high Feds harrasin on some gay sh** n***a why You only wasting tax money My n***a die S fell asleep at his desktop Wakey Wake mr Anderson Watchin desk top (wow) You can't to say facts no more Should say opp's Love how rappers mistake bud for flippin rocks Surf Got me moving differnt f** ya celebration You spittin hard Or drinking blood with the masons Hating on s.t Like it was ya destiny My dick belongs to me Reserved for ya freak [Hook :Skank] Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scene with my gangster lean Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scene With my gangster lean [Verse 3: Skank] Call me old school I luv Hennessy Lil ciroc no sko but All My aces be The type guys to scould you With a 2.2.3 Over ciroc water Its only rez b On they (momma) stoop like 2.2.7 My nicca calm down We on escalators to heaven Black shirt, black face, black car White cop,,,,,,,, man that sh** was enough Rrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhh Taking sh** to the heart They got mad seeds If he ain't down to work Then Tell homeboy to leave You know how face mob say we hate new n***as f** a grown man get some lil dudes nicca Young k**as I know you tryna eat Im big boi This like that atl scene Smooth like a long lsland ice tea Watching lady libery Movin like dem dudes in oz do Through 4g No need for examples You show an provin Then skank dollar's mayham Your old solution No allstate Dont Make a bad decision Why not a pack flipping You sitting back Acting like max a millions St nicca.... the mac mall A mac dre spittin To mac mittens On they imacs while they screen listen Its too late man they roaped millions Even got me with my pants down ya b.m. in em Yellin [Hook : Skank] Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scene with my gangster lean Yea baby surf Yea baby surf Dig in the scence with my gangster lean Ughhh Ugh