| Bad boy, tattooed
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| White boy, raps too
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| Okay, that’s cool
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| Same shit, what’s new?
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| Find an O and I wrote the song
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| I was more stoned than a statue
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| Crazy huh? |
| Amazin' stuff
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| Famous off of my first two
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| Southside, they see we crazy
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| TM, you see 'em hatin'
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| Them bad hoes, I see you baby
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| Bout to run the game like Walter Payton
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| I’m the shit, you constipation
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| Hoes mad 'cause I stopped datin'
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| Bout to take a damn vacay
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| Now this rap shit is my occupation
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| Every time I put them diamonds in my ears, man
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| It’s like I always knew I’d make it happen
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| A dream come true, swear to God I made a wish, man
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| Everything I said I’d do, I made it happen
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| So I’ma run this bitch until it’s over
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| And I’ma party hard, fuck bein' sober
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| Pull up in the Rover, gon' and bring them women over
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| I be drivin' bitches crazy, baby, lately I’m a chauffeur
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| Black diamonds
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| I need black diamonds
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| So many black diamonds
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| Gimme black diamonds
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| I’m gettin' money now
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| I think it’s funny how
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| The more I’m turnin' up
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| The more these hoes start goin' down
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| Stackin' to the ceilin', folk like, «Really now?»
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| I just think it’s funny how them folk be catchin' feelings now
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| Fuck 'em
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| Super gone, I don’t know if I can stand up
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| I just smoked two O’s back to back, I call it handcuffs
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| I heard you a singer, won’t you come and join my band, girl?
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| If you good with your hands I’ll teach you how to play my banjo
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| Every time I put them diamonds in my ears, man
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| It’s like I always knew I’d make it happen
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| A dream come true, swear to God I made a wish, man
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| Everything I said I’d do, I made it happen
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| So I’ma run this bitch until it’s over
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| And I’ma party hard, fuck bein' sober
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| Pull up in the Rover, gon' and bring them women over
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| I be drivin' bitches crazy, baby, lately I’m a chauffeur
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| Black diamonds
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| I need black diamonds
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| So many black diamonds
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| Gimme black diamonds
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| Couldn’t tell you where my head is, bitch I lost it
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| Please don’t try to warm my heart, I swear that bitch is frostbit
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| Flow sick, let me go spread like a disease
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| All these rappers ain’t a problem, I’m worried 'bout them the least
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| Chanel shoes, Cartier watch
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| Tryna get 'em two to go and turn this up a notch
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| Truth be told, I ain’t ever had shit
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| But some paper and a pen, and bitches are gettin' rich
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| I will, and she can run them fingers down my scar
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| I told her, «this what makes us who we are»
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| She asked me what it is I’m always thinkin' 'bout
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| How to rule the world, foreign whips, and foreign broads
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| So I’ma run this bitch until it’s over
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| And I’ma party hard, fuck bein' sober
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| Pull up in the Rover, gon' and bring them women over
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| I be drivin' bitches crazy, baby, lately I’m a chauffeur
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| Black diamonds
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| I need black diamonds
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| So many black diamonds
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| Gimme black diamonds
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| Fly, fly, fly shit, for my squad a five star
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| Wonder if a legend dies, every time a star’s born
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| I can tell you want it girl, now tell me what you lyin' for
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| Come a little closer, gunner can you make that lion roar?
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| I’m just tryna lay you down until you’ve had enough
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| I know you will but I’m not tryna make you fall in love
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| Cause I be knockin' bitches down just like some dominoes
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| Tell these girls turn around, baby ride with us |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Diamonds, artist - Zach Farlow. Album song The Great Escape, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп