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lirik lagu 44 – diego money

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[intro]
ayy, ice
yeah, ice

[verse 1: 44oakboy]
ayy, that boy a jugg, i hit him for fifty
lil’ mama a fan, so i had gave her a quicky
just turned up a brick, pockets filled with them twenties
talk down on my gang, you gon’ end up missin’
i stay with them clips, i stay with extensions
the drank got me sleepy, but i’m still sippin’
pulled up in a coupe, i’m poppin’ the ceilin’
i came with the gang, i came with my n*ggas
diamonds be shinin’, them b*tches be hittin’
went deep in the trap, you know that i’m flippin’
i been up all night tryna count up these twenties
flippin’ these birds, ain’t talkin’ ’bout pigeons
i feel like tom cruise, ’cause i’m on a mission
i’m on a roll, ain’t talkin’ ’bout michelin
diamonds, they froze, they colder than michigan
don’t have a heart, i feel like the tin man
i’m 44, they call me the hitman
show me the target, you know i’ma hit it
all about money, i’ma stack up them racks ’til i’m dead

[verse 2: lil $horty]
i feel with these n*ggas, all my friends dead
run off with your safe [?]
got off the plane, point me to the meds
.40 on me, knock off your dreads
sippin’ on real lean, this ain’t no alcohol
i’m on them percocets, this ain’t no tylenol
r.i.p. bullets burn you like some alcohol
we wettin’ this n*gga block up like niagara falls
might fly to houston, i’m ballin’ like chris paul
walk in this b*tch flexin’, got ’em p*ssed off
i can go at it, n*gga, like a playoff
how the f*ck you workin’? n*gga got laid off
catch you and your b*tch, boy, let’s knock off her lace front
think you f*ckin’ with me? you must smoked a laced blunt
walkin’ l!ck, i know they tryna take somethin’
i’ma be prepared for when the day come
[verse 3: diego money]
young diego, keep some ice on my neck
walked in the party, i’m totin’ a tec
popped a seal, now we pourin’ up tech
reach for my chain, shot his ass in the neck
new ap, this not a rolex
you chasin’ them b*tches, i’m chasin’ them checks
if the stick hit you, i won’t have no regrets
smokin’ on gas, got me high as a jet
straight from the block, we ain’t come from no ‘partments
you be inside soon as the dark hit
catch you down bad, you know we gon’ spark sh*t
look at my wrist, my diamonds, they sparklin’
ballin’ too hard, feelin’ like dennis rodman
icewater gang, we goin’ the hardest
big diego, i am the sergeant
one phone call, my n*ggas pull up robbin’
we already ate, you n*ggas still starvin’
make the wrong move, and you can get slaughtered
jump out the foreign, i don’t gotta park it
jump out the foreign, you ridin’ a charger
fade me a n*gga, just like i’m a barber
play with the gang, i might kidnap your dog
ice on my neck, and it say icewater
stay with that gas, just like i’m a farmer

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