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diamonds (feat. ade) - nteejay lyrics

[intro]
f*ck ‘em

[chorus: nteejay]
i be saying the first thing that come to my mind
don’t think how it sounds, lowkey i got tics
empty my mind ’cause it’s way too crowded
every time i rap it scratches a itch
telling these n*ggas since way back when
i’ll beat yo ass, i ain’t no b*tch
did it just ’cause, wasn’t hitting no l!ck
(i got a weapon on me)
jump out the house, imma jump off the roof of the house like carti
i’ll die lit
hop off a jet like ysl
i’ll do this sh*t with no pilot
one eye open, i don’t trust these f*ck n*ggas
that tryna close my eyelids
protecting myself ’cause god did
(i got a weapon on me)

[verse 1: nteejay]
she tryna f*ck, but she got a n*gga, d*mn that’s f*cked
calling my phone and sh*t, that’s f*cked
she giving me dome and sh*t, that’s f*cked
she ran off with bro and sh*t, that’s f*cked
got caught with her opps and sh*t, that’s f*cked
i know she a ho and sh*t, that’s f*cked
i left her alone and sh*t, that’s…
pop yo sh*t twin, pop it twin
i wanna jump on the radar, no paper or pen
i might call your ho up later, really just depends
i’m tryna make her slayer, i’m tryna make her trim
keep this b*tch close as a side piece, never gon’ make her my wife
she keep her top off when she whip it
cocaine titties be nice
she giving lockjaw, sh*t get icky
l*st and greed my vice
i ain’t even got a f*cking preference
women just my type
(you know? you know? you go!)
always gon’ move on the go
no time to be slow, y’all n*ggas is slow
f*ck on your sister and call her my ho
we nothing alike, stop calling me bro
make sure my money is rolled
don’t leave it folded, b*tch
[bridge: ade]
diamonds on diamonds on diamonds on diamonds on diamonds
diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
these hoes be shining, shining so much they be brightening
can’t even turn down the brightness
got black and some whiteys
yeah, you can see them dividing
ain’t racist ’cause they be combining
go to the mall, walk around and he don’t buy nun
you gotta pay me two*eighty for my cum

[verse 2: nteejay]
walking around in the mall, i don’t buy sh*t
not ’cause i’m broke, but i really can’t find sh*t
f*ck on a freak ho, f*ck on a fine sh*t
f*ck on them both ’cause they really don’t mind it
f*ck on them both ’cause they really don’t mind it
making this money, i can’t keep denying
these diamonds on diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
i’m sorry ancestors, i just can’t decline it
i’m working my ass off, i’ve always been grinding
to stay on the top ’cause i’m tired of climbing
for diamonds on diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
why i got them now? ’cause these b*tches be shining
they shimmer and glimmer, i swear they diving
i say that i’m blessed ’cause my path is aligning with…motherf*cking diamonds
she say that i changed, i’m just on different timing
on different timing, i’m changing the climate
i’m changing the weather, i’m making it snow
with these diamonds on diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
free ysl, my n*ggas be sliming
f*ck n*ggas hating, they stay always lying
these n*ggas, they mad ’cause i keep on applying
these diamonds on diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
p*ssy*ass n*gga, who told you to chime in?
boy, watch your mouth when you stepping to me
f*ck n*gga, i got a weapon on me
with these diamonds on diamonds, they repping the v
my lil’ n*ggas active, ain’t letting them sleep
bought a street sweeper, i’m sweeping the streets
757, we keeping it p
with these diamonds on diamonds on motherf*cking diamonds
she f*cking my bro, imma charge her a fee
[verse 3: ade]
she wanna f*ck on my bros
and f*ck on my brothers, i told her i’d charge her a fee
f*cking your b*tch from the back
and it’s getting messy, i told her to change the sheets
she wanna find a n*gga like me
told her it’s impossible
walking in park with a .30 on me
cops tryna tell me go home
come here, i’ll push you to the light
baby, i’m a blessing in disguise
b*tch, you know i’m chilling with the guys
i got a glock, tryna take your life
run down on them, i’m finna spazz
i heard your leak, that was ass
run it up, run it up, run it back
get a check, get a check, get a bag
smoking up green, this came from earth
i ain’t talking ’bout plants
i ain’t talking ’bout grass
yeah, you a rat, got caught with the switch
and you ain’t hold your words back
hotbox in this whip, i got me some smoke
i got me a gas mask
my aim precise
one, two shots, you dead — i only need half a mag
hotbox in this whip, i’m like “where the smoke?”
i got me a gas mask
hotbox in this whip, i’m like “where the smoke?”
i got me a gas mask
hotbox in this whip, i’m like “where the smoke?”
i got me a gas mask
hotbox in this whip, i’m like “where the smoke?”
i got me a gas mask
[chorus: nteejay]
i be saying the first thing that come to my mind
don’t think how it sounds, lowkey i got tics
empty my mind ’cause it’s way too crowded
every time i rap it scratches a itch
telling these n*ggas since way back when
i’ll beat yo ass, i ain’t no b*tch
did it just ’cause, wasn’t hitting no l!ck
(i got a weapon on me)
jump out the house, imma jump off the roof of the house like carti
i’ll die lit
hop off a jet like ysl
i’ll do this sh*t with no pilot
one eye open, i don’t trust these f*ck n*ggas
that tryna close my eyelids
protecting myself ’cause god did
(i got a weapon on me)

[outro: nteejay]
pop your sh*t twin
pop it twin
pop your sh*t twin
pop it twin
(pop it, pop it)
pop your sh*t twin
pop it twin
pop it twin
pop your sh*t twin

- nteejay lyrics

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