Diamonds On Me Lyrics by DaniLeigh (feat. Gunna & Yella Beezy)
Yeah, real diamonds, real diamonds on me
Only real diamonds on me
I pull up, they see the AP
I got the time in the streets
Shit can get cold
Stick to my vision, sell out on the road
Get it and go, yeah, that’s all that I know
‘Bout to go in, pardon my flow
Yeah, whip in a vet, chauffeur the Rolls
Ice the Patek, icy the stones
Mix the baguette with them rose
I got a check, fresh on the neck
Told her to fetch, hit like a wreck
Makin’ it stretch, already flex
I want the sex, draw as a sketch
Before I dig in and she already wet
A n**** play, we leave him right where we at
They pillow talkin’ and I barely could chat
She don’t call me, she gon’ send me a text
A n**** playin’ and a n**** get whack
She from LA and her p$ssy a snatch
Knock her down and put that mouth on the latch
Real diamonds, real diamonds on me
Only real diamonds on me
I pull up, they see the AP
I got the time in the streets
Shit can get cold
Stick to my vision, sell out on the road
Get it and go, yeah, that’s all that I know
‘Bout to go in, pardon my flow
Hopped up out the car like a superstar
Had to drop a couple bars just to prove ’em wrong
They thought I only was gon’ dance, now they dance to my songs
Turned ’em all into fans, this what they waitin’ for
How could you hate on me?
When I work hard seven days all week
Some days I don’t even eat or sleep
Gotta hold down my family
Can’t forget about my team
Yeah, real ones by my side
It’s a cold world that’s hard to find
Gotta have the ones who ride, yeah
Real diamonds, real diamonds on me
Only real diamonds on me
I pull up, they see the AP
I got the time in the streets
Shit can get cold
Stick to my vision, sell out on the road
Get it and go, yeah, that’s all that I know
‘Bout to go in, pardon my flow
Hey, all these diamonds on me
And al my diamonds on freeze
Racks poppin’ out my jeans
Got a cup full of codeine
At night, sometimes I can’t sleep
Young n**** runnin’ on E
Baby girl, be my peace
From all this drama in these streets
And if they run up on me
I’ma leave some on they tee
Blood rushin’ down his teeth
I told you ’bout fuckin’ with me
Boy, you know I’m headed to the top
Hell, no, boy, I won’t stop
Young n**** gettin’ this guap
N**** duckin’ all these cops
Hey, I’m flexin’ proper
Pocket full of guap and so I’m loadin’ these choppers
A n**** talkin’ down, so I throw on his block
Hey, yellow Michael Phelps spent four on these guns
Four me on these goggles
Big dummy shackle
Young n**** puttin’ his pony bubbles
N**** want test, put a hole in his wobble
Back in the day, I didn’t show any robbers
Ooh, flexin’ that ain’t nothing new
Put ’bout thirty thousand dollars in my tooth
You can’t walk a mile up in my shoes
Ooh, yeah, yeah
Real diamonds, real diamonds on me
Only real diamonds on me
I pull up, they see the AP
I got the time in the streets
Shit can get cold
Stick to my vision, sell out on the road
Get it and go, yeah, that’s all that I know
‘Bout to go in, pardon my flow
Can’t lose
Lil’ baby tired but there’s nothing I can’t get through
Made it this far in this life that I didn’t choose
I gotta pray, without faith you might lose
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