| Diamonds pink and white, like cotton candy on my watch
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| servin', I get bands it ain’t gon' stop
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| I thank God I made it, put a phantom on my block
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| I know she ain’t loyal, I still let her throw that top, uh
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| Only time I feel like I’m alright when I’m alone
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| I still keep that pistol on my hip when I’m at home
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| I can’t trust a bitch, she always reachin' for my phone
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| I said, «Girl, some things that’s probably better left unknown»
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| Tony, Tony Al Pacino, my life Al Capone
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| Flyin' private jets to private islands on my own
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| I spent 'bout three-thousand on one bottle of cologne
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| That’s the reason your bitch in her taking off her clothes
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| I still hit that, smokin', smokin' on that strong
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| She wan' prove her love to me by singin' all my songs
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| She wan' prove her love to me by singin' all my songs
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| I said, «Girl, you never had to lie just to come kick it»
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| I think this forever, girl, my life ain’t doin' no switchin'
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| Diamonds on my bezzle shine so bright, it look like Christmas
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| When I get that bankroll, I act like I ain’t been rich
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| Oh, you cannot talk to me if you ain’t 'bout that, woah
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| If that bitch throw onto me, then she can hit the road
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| I know, girl, I understand, I see you with no clothes
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| I’m the only one that knows, only one that knows
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| (YS finna kill 'em, bitch)
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| (Whip that shit up, SHOTY) |