| DY Krazy
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| I got diamonds on my toes, all up on my nose
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| Wheezy outta here
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| You know how it goes
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| I’m fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should’ve came in a hearse
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| I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
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| I’m number one my birthday should’ve been January the first
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| I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
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| I got pink toes runnin' 'round the house
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| I thank God, I understand the way it go
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| She a damn crew hopper, XO
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| I got diamonds on my toes, motherfucker
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| I got diamonds in my nose (I got diamonds in my nose)
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| I been rocking Kenneth Cole motherfucker (Ken Cole)
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| My bitch is clean as Pine-Sol motherfucker
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| Pop a school bus, bitches tryna screw us (Yeah)
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| Fuck you old school niggas, ain’t no schoolin' us
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| I let my son whip a Ferrari like it’s Toys-R-Us (Ah!)
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| I rock Hermès, I’m designered up ('signered up)
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| Can’t get rid of, I got hitters, drug dealers, 'cause bitches
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| I got bitches goin' brazy no Ritalin
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| I get money and it’s shady, for real bruh
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| You can’t say 'bout this shit
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| Wheezy outta here
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| I’m fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should’ve came in a hearse
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| I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
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| I’m number one my birthday should’ve been January the first
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| I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
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| I got pink toes runnin' 'round the house
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| I thank God, I understand the way it go
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| She a damn crew hopper, XO
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| I told my momma we ain’t goin' broke 'cause we done been there before
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| Sleep on the floor 'til my arm hurt, now we dealin' too long
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| We at the top right now, we came so far from the bottom
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| Now we ballin', Harlem Globetrotter, we ain’t boring nobody
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| These niggas nobodies, they ain’t got no bodies
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| Bet a half a mil in the trap, what you niggas know 'bout it?
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| Got a bag and fixed my teeth I feel like Cardi B
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| They say talk is cheap, so I put flawless on my teeth
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| Like my bitches boujee, still a fuck a booster
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| Double C C, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, Louis, Givenchy shoes with the toolie
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| Rich nigga eatin' noodles, fuck on you, call an Uber
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| Bet on me like a casino baby, I’m number one like January
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| I’m fresh as fuck, I tell that bitch I should’ve came in a hearse
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| I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
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| I’m number one my birthday should’ve been January the first
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| I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
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| I got pink toes runnin' 'round the house
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| I thank God, I understand the way it go
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| She a damn crew hopper, XO
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| High speed chasin' in that Lamborghini Turbo S
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| How come these niggas tryna tell me that they been fresh?
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| I got money tied up in Kidland, tryna let bygones be bygones and
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| Thinkin' I’ma lick you’re choppin' off your tongue
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| Get over it, na-nanana ayy
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| I can’t seem to get over the sound of guns (Brrt)
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| I’m a drug addict, I know I got dead lungs
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| I pop baddies, my diamonds black, Akon
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| I can’t get over these hoes, I’m my momma’s son
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| I keep it drastic, she can only stay or run
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| Fresh as a casket but YSL look alive
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| If I get mad I promise they all die, I told the boy to behave he a small guy
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| Brown diamonds chillin' no fries, couple green diamond apple, no pies
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| I’m drainin' and strainin' my voice until I get it right
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| This money control us, yeah one of us will pick a fight
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| I told all the opps every time I see 'em it’s on sight
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| I caught your lil' lady down bad and ride her like a bike
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| No cap, uh-huh, no cap (Hey)
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| I’m fresh as fuck, I told that bitch I should’ve came in a hearse
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| I put Chanel on her ears, and on her neck, and her purse
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| I’m number one my birthday should’ve been January the first
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| I got diamonds from my toes up to my top
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| I got pink toes runnin' 'round the house
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| I thank God, I understand the way it go
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| She a damn crew hopper, XO (Yeah) |