| All my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| Yeah
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| Yeah
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| Bitch I’m in the yo
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| Bitch I’m in the booth
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| Bitch I’m at home
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| Bitch I’m in my room
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| I don’t need no help
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| I do this myself
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| All this shit come natural
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| You bought yours off the shelf
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| I got no respect for these niggas
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| Cuz they frauds
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| I took all my bands
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| & put em in my garage
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| Please go wash yo hands
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| You been touching nasty broads
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| & tell these hoes I’m popping hoes
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| If they poppin off
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| I might set it off
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| Don’t think it’s soft around this way
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| You talking to a boss
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| You better talk the proper way
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| Give me the light
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| & the blunt
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| I need it pronto, right away
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| Please get up off of me
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| & please do not talk to me
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| If you don’t have nothing to say
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| All my diamonds blue like Indigo
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| I’m riding around with some pretty hoes
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| They wanna shine in my video
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| Turn off the lights & they shining
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds blue like Indigo
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| I’m riding around with some pretty hoes
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| They wanna shine in my video
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| Turn off the lights & they shining
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| All my diamonds, all my diamonds
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| Uh, uh
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| Don’t ever talk to me crazy
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| Please do not talk to me crazy
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| Please do not talk to me crazy
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| Bitch you talking to Yung Baby
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| Hoe you talking to Lil Tater
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| The same one that came from Decatur
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| Zone 6 & you know that we greater
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| I don’t give no fucks bout no hater
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| I’m just tryna get to this paper
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| You know I’m a straight paper chaser
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| I’m cooking I might be the cater
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| And if that’s yo hoe imma take her |