Rocky Diamonds - Black Diamonds feat. Trae Tha Truth lyrics

rate me

Look, hey look, being real since 15 in trill

that mean chill nobody knows I keep feel

but need..and the nigga on my mama

keep this spit into my heart is ain't the fuck to my drama

I've seen it the lemonade niggas in the hood

like damn it, all you really need it, I'm a walking demonstration

of how to stay G, how to remain real,

have sex with bitches skin 'cause is fuck how they feel

Look fast money with no money I'm getting D of your whole money

that's dear fresh no bummy shit, I'll just be on my money shit

what the fuck nigga use the fucking words, and use the fucking rap on that mami shit

big Tennessee this guns Nick Can in my youngest drum

rip taws my youngest dum, regulate with their pop shit

listen in the hot boys and the high whip what a hot bitch

and she from the projects, a big rose bring that fucking five

told the same young shit, youngest niggas..

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I got my hoes working, I got my bitches on the pollin

keep that ass working that money coming dollars flowing

bitch grab all the money and bring that shit right back to Daddy

my nigga stuntin I do the shit for my young G's.

I got my hoes working, I got my bitches on the pollin

keep that ass working that money coming dollars flowing

bitch grab all the money and bring that shit right back to Daddy

my nigga stuntin I do the shit for my young G's.

Broke niggas, broke hoes, that's that shit I don't like

lay it back white coops pick a sound and like four fights

trade the truth and I'ma play class what drove like 24 flights

I'm still the king in this streets mine, pussy niggas got no right

if I hit the club I'm like Tiger red city,

they know I'm a boss like Ross big milly

if I ain't got a check addicted you silly,

till you a bitch I'll last and I..

chain that I got like nice supposed city

camera go to work I'm acting like Willie,

money go on the fool speed no himmi

if a nigga won't beef I'm fully no simi

damn right 'cause I got it, money hoes clothes exotic,

anything you're talking I'm bout it

too many paparazzi I'm spot it

I ain't worried about am I got lips on

let my voy..till we smokes,

haters mad is here 'cause I hope is gone,

they can't get playback like broke it's on

shit like you tell em it's the show time

I'm in the back but the niggas don't..signs

two cups young..somebody bitch get rick no bimes

young T he got that more hoes,

plus lines he got that more blows I'll go

yeah I got more..tell them nigga wake up

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Hey look, hey fuck a..fuck a cop, fuck an ob

I hit the mole, I hit your bitch I hit the block

fun twarking bitches working money bitches flowing

blunt sleep pills pop, drink for me

hey if that bitch with me why didn't that bitch is own

no need to spit game shit already gone

one hundred niggs with me and they all..

me and my tool twenties we both smoking

lane chopper spray bro glock man as they case bro,

my OG is move OZ so we do the shit every day bro

tear it like my..I'm getting fresh of my feet clothes

my sponsor baby mama Rihanna that G cold

real peace do real things, fuck nigga get fucked up

bad bitches from my house and my young nigga stay turned up

body bags for all y'all, whole clip for all your whole game

your bitch talk about me like she hangin yellin I'm propane

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