
Date of issue: 17.01.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Diamonds |
You don’t fucking know me |
You just know my fucking face |
You don’t fucking know me |
Bitch, you don’t even know my name |
(Sheesh) |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
I’m just trying to romanticize |
I’m talking 10 P.M. |
watching Zoey 101 on Nick At Nite |
I’m a Danger Boy, bring my switchblade to the fight |
I’ll bring the codeine if you bring the Sprite |
I’ll bring the codeine if you bring the Sprite |
I think of you almost every night |
You give me goosebumps like R.L. Stine |
Let’s take it slow and turn off the lights |
I could watch this sun set forever with you |
Danger Boys, we are many |
Danger Boys, we are few |
I got my lean, girl |
My diamonds, it’s 2002 |
Danger Boys, we are many |
Danger Boys, we are few |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
Niggas been running they mouth |
But niggas go quiet soon as my switchblade is out |
Let me show you what I mean |
Danger Boys, we can be more than just killers and fiends |
Wish you could see what I see |
Diamonds for sand on the beach |
I’m the man of your dreams |
You would be so much more comfortable |
Once you come out of them jeans |
Bite marks on your booty cheeks |
Don’t come at me with that poopy breath |
Smoking blunts on rooftops |
We don’t give a fuck about no cops |
No dollars on my debit card |
And if I O.D. |
in this party |
Bitches get off me, ollie over my dead body |
Don’t do it for thotties, I do it for Johnny |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |
I got diamonds below me |
You don’t even know me |
But you my fucking homie, hey |
You my fucking homie, hey |