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 |