Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song 15 Minutes Past the Diamond, artist - Gucci Mane.
Date of issue: 10.12.2007
Song language: English
15 Minutes Past the Diamond |
So Icy E-N-T |
It’s the kid |
It’s the kid again |
Shawty asked me what time it is? |
I said it’s fifteen minutes past the diamonds bitch |
In Laflare, in the cockpit, Gucci the prophet |
Bel Air shoppin, West coast hoppin |
Gucci! |
Niggaz get popped still not get Cochran |
Now ask Josh Avanta or Egalin |
Lawyers, doctors, and policemen |
Jewelers, Buellers, and co-pilots |
My hood life burn the verse like lightning |
My flow so frightening, it not nothin nice man |
See I shoot bul-lets and you shoot dice man |
It’s my life man, so I’ma stay |
See I’m no red man, and I’m no white man |
I don’t pay a car check, my Aston Martin |
My chain be shinin, my grill be sparklin |
It’s Gucci darlin, now whassup shawty? |
Shawty so sexy but she be flexin |
Oh he ride Lexus, ooh I fly frequent |
Oh he pop bottles, then I’m not drinkin |
Oh that smell stinkin, is what I’m just thinkin |
This whole outside why didn’t you make it? |
Oh boy you left it, so bitch I bet ya |
In and out the Range with a four dollar outfit |
Talkin 'bout your man tell him why you a trick bitch |
On to the next one, shawty the best one |
From Houston, Texas, damn she vibrant |
Crushin, blushin, I got her smilin |
The sunburnt eyelids, but I’m not whylin |
I’m admirin, she perspirin |
The way she dancin, has got me risin |
Let’s go kick it, let’s go shoppin |
Tear the mall up girl I’m not poppin |
It’s Gucci baby, it’s (groovy baby) |
The Maybach mango, the inside gravy |
My wrist game crazy, connect beez hazy |
My 180, the track Fugazi |
The black still shady, I know they hate me |
The white won’t date me, but you won’t let up |
But you know better, cause you gon' save her |
I know you paid her, did her favors |
But that’s not player, and that’s not gangster |
My fingers got a pimp cause I’m no banker |
See I’m her thinker, battleship sank her |
So Icy Entertainment we cuttin off fangers |