| Diamonds dancin', automatic
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| Bust alone but stuck in sadness
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| I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don’t matter
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| I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
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| Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
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| I don’t need trust, that for a bitch or a nigga, tell 'em stay out my way
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| Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a
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| millionaire (Yeah)
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| I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
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| Two double cups and Adderall, sometimes I feel like I finally done lost it
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| Gotta pay the cost to be the boss so I’m like, «What it’s gon' cost?»
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| Most of these niggas filled with flaws so I don’t want 'em around me
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| These bitches easily give up drugs and I’d be damned if they clown me
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| I need a bitch who want for me like, fuck that, get her a round trip
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| B and stick right by the tree like we don’t want 'em around him
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| These bitches all for you and me, she eat the meat then she outta here
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| I spit my life all on these beats to see if you feel how I feel
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| Why the fuck I’m seeking for your love if I’m not lovin' myself?
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| After you leave, I’m just gon' thug, I don’t want nobody else
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| We watch them bleed all in the streets, he play with us then it’s death
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| I need that Percocets just like a smoker need meth
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| We ain’t murked 'em yet but you gon' see he goin' under my belt
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| I can’t keep fuckin' with lil' shawty, shit ain’t good for my health
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| Palm Angel denim, Mike Amiri, only thing that I wear
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| Boy, you a snake that’s filled with venom, up and aim at your hair
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| Diamonds dancin', automatic
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| Bust alone but stuck in sadness
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| I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don’t matter
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| I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
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| Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
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| I don’t need trust, that for a bitch or a nigga, tell 'em stay out my way
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| Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a
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| millionaire (Yeah)
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| I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh)
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| I cut you off without no scissors
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| Tell me why the fuck lil' shawty keep callin'?
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| It’s different levels to the system, on my own, I’ve been ballin'
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| Clutchin' my metal, tinted windows, five percent when I’m rollin'
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| Trappin' ain’t dead, these niggas scared, I’m tryna bust it wide open
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| Right now, shit movin' slow motion, but I can’t trip
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| I’m steady pourin' out my pain in this soda potion, I sell
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| The glizzy gang, don’t ever ask if I’m totin', it’s on my hip
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| 60 Gang, I really love, rich and rollin', but you ain’t real
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| I got a fetish for them hoes who don’t love me, whole time you in it for them
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| fuckin' racks
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| I see y’all niggas be fuckin' with niggas, knowin' they some fuckin' rats
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| I see y’all niggas be lovin' women, be fuckin' when they turn their back
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| And we on go when I turn on the map, my heart so cold and I can’t even cap
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| Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a
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| billionaire (Yeah)
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| I would prolly be a billionaire (Oh)
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| Diamonds dancin', automatic
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| Bust alone but stuck in sadness
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| I made it out without the box and the grave, somehow that still don’t matter
|
| I got this codeine stuck inside my bladder
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| Sometimes I feel like I be hustlin' backwards
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| I don’t need trust, that for a bitch or a nigga, tell 'em stay out my way
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| Oh, I swear that if I had a dime for every time I cried, I would prolly be a
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| millionaire (Yeah)
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| I would prolly be a trillionaire (Oh) |