| Ricky Rozay
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| J. Cole
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| Montana
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| Diamonds
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| It’s a real n-gga revolution, real n-gga revolution
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| This should not be televised
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| Now let me see them f-cking diamonds (6x) (twice)
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| Now on some sweet shit I want my kisses when I want them
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| On some freak shit I want my dick sucked when I want it
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| On some G Shit I got my chips up now I’m balling
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| On some Keith Sweat
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| I sang them bitches get to falling, on some Ville shit
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| Made the bar like a goalie net
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| On some real shit I ain’t set the time on my Roley yet
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| Foolish n-gga, always been the coolest n-gga,
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| way before you knew this n-gga
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| I went to school with n-ggas, snatched they bitch then tutor n-ggas
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| My hoes smoke I watch them, don’t roll the blunts I just cop them
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| Feed her shots of the vodka, she open up like a locker
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| She a bougie chick seen every flick at the Oscars,
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| she say I’m just like Sinatra
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| Her pops is into the opera,
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| will look here my dear I’m the Pavarotti of rhymers
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| In a brand new Maserati how PapparazzI gon' find us
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| With my windows tinted like a limo, this is where I write my demo
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| Duckin the devil you could say I live my life a limbo
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| Now let me see them f-ckin diamonds,
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| neck full of diamonds, bracelet full of diamonds,
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| watch full of diamonds, rings full of diamonds, you know I be shinin
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| Drippin in diamonds, bitches love them diamonds,
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| (now throw up ya motherf-ckin) now let me see them
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| f-ckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds
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| diamonds, now let me see them f-ckin diamonds diamonds
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| diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds
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| Rose from the bottom
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| I brush dust the dirt off my shoulders
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| Pinky ring got a boulder, that bitch cost 10 crores
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| Get so swizz on the beats
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| I’m so swift with a freak
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| Know I’m draped like a king, strapped with iron, chic
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| Call my chick Cleopatra
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| She got rings on her toes
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| Kings living forever I die embalm me in gold
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| All the bad bitches mourn, somebody sing me a song
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| Let the kids touch my casket make sure my neck full of stones
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| Put my face on that cheddar
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| Got big stones in my bezel
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| Friends come and they go but a diamond forever
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| Make sure this car ride slow
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| Rozay, J. Cole
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| Got 3 mill on my neck
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| Red seude cane gold
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| Neck full of diamonds
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| Wrist worth an island
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| 40 n-ggas strapped up…
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| Yeah 49ers
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| 40/40 bank 40 commas
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| Give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment, (haaanhh)
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| Diamonds we got Mills on
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| Connected like a jail phone
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| Shorty want to ride it on top with her heels on
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| Playin with them falcons like I’m from Decatur
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| Different zip code every if you talk about my neighbor n-gga!
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| You know we play with different paper n-gga
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| Staples center get your head full of staples n-gga
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| I’m talking Paul Pierce with the handle n-gga
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| And all my diamonds clear like a sample n-gga |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Diamonds , by - French Montana. Song from the album Mac and Cheese, Vol. 3, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп