Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chandelier, artist - SHORELINE MAFIA. Album song Party Pack. Vol 2, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 03.09.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Chandelier |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
I be sippin' on this lean, not no beer tho |
I don’t fuck around with niggas, cus they weirdos |
All these bitches steady talking, I don’t hear hoes |
How you say you sippin' muddy, cup be clear though |
Bitch I’m really balling, we fucking if you calling |
I ain’t with the stalling, ain’t go see you in the morning |
These bitches steady falling, my niggas steady balling |
We shooting, fuck the squad |
The choppa solving any problems, bitch |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
All my diamonds wet, pinky ring cost a vet |
East side that’s the set, money makers on deck |
High up on my jet, wasn’t even tryna flex |
But my watch lit, bracelet flick, special effect |
But, that’s all facts though, hunnit racks worth of gold |
Bitch it’s just dope, grind up, get some more |
It ain’t hard to tell her park the Wraith in front of the corner store |
Bought some chips and powerade, I bought my bitch a |
Scratched off like my tires itching, I’m that nigga |
Hella rappers corny, I don’t do no song with 'em |
Dressing like Superman villains, I don’t fuck with 'em |
Money to the ceiling, dressed like a million |
Big money in the building, women acting like children |
Tryna give the boss niggas thoughts and competition |
East side at all times |
Andretti to Shoreline |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
Balenciaga and the Prada |
I wear Pro Clubs, you niggas wearing Shaka |
I got diamonds and they wetter than some water |
Bitch I’m Fanta, you lil niggas Shasta |
My nigga fresh out, shout out my nigga Foster |
I’m at Nova, yeah my nigga |
And he tried to plot on me, but I caught ya |
So I need both your hands, Imma chop 'em |
I got carrots, in my mouth |
Fuck your hoe, on my couch |
Purple drank, from the South |
On the West side, it’s never been a drought |
I get Quali, I get Tec, I get Wok |
I get bitches, I get hoes, I get thots |
I get money, I get cash, I get guap |
I spend money, hella money, yeah a lot |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |
Diamond wet, diamond clear |
On my wrist, on my ear |
On my neck, a chandelier |
I sip lean, I don’t really do no beer |