| I can’t sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine’s the answer
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| Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont’s give you cancer
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| Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
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| Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
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| Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
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| Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
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| Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
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| Grew up in the hood, so we ain’t never seen no Santa
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| These niggas rate my songs, ayy
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| These bitches be playin' my songs, ayy
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| Met a little ho on Sunday
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| Bet I fuck the little bitch by Monday
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| Don’t need no fiancé
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| Need a Queen Bee, like Beyoncé
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| Say you wanna take my CMDWN check
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| Well let’s see what them guns say
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| Stay with the glee in V.I.P
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| Bitch, I don’t care what the club say
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| I got A.D.D., I’m always in and out the country
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| Hoes was makin' fun of me, they see me now, they blown away
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| , look at where ya got me, thought that nigga blinded me
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| Nigga gonna take shit, rap about the same shit
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| Difference is, you’re lying
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| Nigga why you lyin'? |
| Why the fuck you lyin'?
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| On Snapchat you be shinin', nigga know that’s not his diamonds
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| Nigga, why you lyin'? |
| Why the fuck you lying?
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| Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
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| Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
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| Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
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| Diamond test, diamond test, everybody gettin' they diamonds checked
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| I can’t sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine’s the answer
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| Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont’s give you cancer
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| Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
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| Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
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| Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
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| Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
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| Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
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| Grew up in the hood, so we ain’t never seen no Santa
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| Grew up in the hood, gave us guns, call it Santa
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| I come from the streets where you gotta keep a tool and lead
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| Bullets make you dancer, never had my hands up
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| Momma made me go to school, another murder on campus
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| We sell dope like '80s, young nigga the police hate me
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| I sell shit like Macy’s, I throw shit like Brady
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| We them shooters, they on deck
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| Your life go up for auction
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| I’m locked in, loud pack got me coughin'
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| Shoot shit, ayy, so often, catch an opp and off him
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| My suwoo talkin' boxin', my dick, yo bitch, she jockin'
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| Love dick in her cousin, some little bitch, she chuckin'
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| Come in hittin' me on fuck shit, foreign cars, I get some bus slips
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| Pull up and we buckin, my shooters steady, no lackin'
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| My opps wanna buck, free my OG out the bucket
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| I will never sin fourth quarter, I’m out here clutchin'
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| Grippin', come 'round here we flip shit
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| I can’t sleep, tell the pharmacy that codeine’s the answer
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| Only smokin' 'Woods, I heard them Belmont’s give you cancer
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| Leanin' off codeine, SUV, it smell like Backwoods
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| Got me talkin' backwards, haters call me lucky bastard
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| Diamonds all on me, bitches see them diamonds dancin'
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| Say she just a dancer, we know she mean go-go dancer
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| Stealing gifts for Christmas, growin' up we never had none
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| Grew up in the hood, so we ain’t never seen no Santa |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diamond Test , by - CMDWNSong from the album ATLANADA 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп