Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diamonds, artist - A$AP Twelvyy.
Date of issue: 03.08.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Diamonds |
You’ve got a mouthful of diamonds |
And a pocket full of secrets |
Comic book and guns, comic books and guns |
Watchin' Power, livin' Belly, Ghost-like Tommy Bunns |
I’ma conquer what I vision, bet my time gon' come |
I’m Tetsuo with a Tommy gun |
Paparazzi pop up where my mami from |
Prolly hit a lobby with my posse drunk |
Sippin' on Bacardi, take a shot of rum |
Pissin' in the elevator, still don’t give a fuck |
Gold grill, black mask, still ain’t switchin' up |
'Member niggas called me Diddy, I was wreakin' havoc |
Threw the Glock up in the river, it was too dramatic |
I’m a shooter, fuck my sneaker fashion |
Fantasize about a week on acids, spazzin' when the reefer passin' |
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds |
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold |
With a mouth full of diamonds |
And a pocket full of secrets |
Oh, his eyes was made of stone |
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin'? |
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds |
Oh, and we all came here to go |
Life is what you make it |
And a pocket full of secrets |
Know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
Go, go, oh |
Fancy teeth and jeans, fancy teeth and jeans |
I’ve seen some shit you wouldn’t believe that made me leave the scene |
Appreciate the late rappers, paved the way rappers |
I think back to backpackers and the wave cappers |
'Cause now I hate rappers, hate today’s rappers |
Hate these fake rappers, lame fashion closet gangsta (uhh) rappers |
And shout outs my nigga Riley, 'member Gangstalicious? |
It was gangstas kissin' gangstas if you paid attention |
Before my shit was even out you couldn’t wait to get it |
But now the shit I’m puttin' out gon' make you think to get it |
Take a minute, God’s present 'cause I’m way too gifted |
So next album fuck around and make you wait 'til Christmas |
Mothafucka, know what I’m talkin' 'bout |
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds |
Oh, and a heart that’s made of gold |
With a mouth full of diamonds |
And a pocket full of secrets |
Oh, his eyes was made of stone |
Pockets full of secrets, know what I’m sayin'? |
You’ve got a mouth full of diamonds |
Oh, and we all came here to go |
Life is what you make it |
And a pocket full of secrets |
Know what I’m talkin' 'bout? |
Go, go, oh |