Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Diamonds, artist - Freddie Gibbs. Album song Pronto - EP, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 08.03.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: ESGN
Song language: English
Diamonds |
| Had to get that pitch on a bitch |
| Smack it up, flip it, and rub it down |
| Cause I be bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate |
| And there she go, nigga |
| I bet she go, nigga |
| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate |
| And there she go, nigga |
| I bet she go, nigga |
| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Pretty bitch blinded, wrist piece change the climate |
| I beat that thang up out the lining |
| Side to side and from behind it |
| Bitch, I choose through buku bitches |
| On my line but nevermind it |
| I be movin', drinkin', drug abusin' |
| Yeah, smoked out, could fear the flute, but I’m coolin' |
| Yeah, got that backwood filled with strong and I’m loaded |
| Yeah, got a pack and a gang of straps for my soldiers |
| Yeah |
| I remember them nights when a nigga couldn’t eat that much |
| Truth be told yo these groupie hoes |
| They used to turn their nose, they wouldn’t give no fucks |
| Cars are black, I’m down, pull the 'Lac around |
| Bust a lick behind tint |
| Nigga, I was born with no windows and a pot to piss |
| That’s why a rapping-ass nigga can’t tell me shit |
| Bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate |
| And there she go, nigga |
| I bet she go, nigga |
| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Grindin', wrist piece change the climate |
| And there she go, nigga |
| I bet she go, nigga |
| Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds |
| Need to claim your ho, entertain your ho |
| Where your bitch? |
| Can’t find her? |
| Giving answers back, sending nasty texts |
| She with the VVS its straight blindin' |
| White girl and a Mexican |
| They bucket naked then I turned them out on that powder |
| And I be rollin', what y’all niggas smokin'? |
| They be shuck-and-jivin', I was I-fivin' |
| Got the killa pack from East Oakland |
| So I sent my bitch a load told the bitch to go drop it off, head shopping |
| Used to wait for niggas, had the 'caine for niggas |
| Had them killers at your door knocking, nigga, like that |
| I remember them nights when a nigga had to rob to stay afloat |
| Niggas from the other side was at my throat |
| Met my homeboy mobbin', slanging dope |
| Niggas trying to live straight, legit |
| Got a bird from the H trying to rock your bitch |
| Nigga came from a crumb to a motherfuckin' brick |
| So a rapping-ass nigga can’t tell me shit |