Feat. Jackie Chain

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Diamonds pressed upon the wood grain
Wheels, deal, different sentences, solving up the wood grain

Got my diamonds pressing up against my wood grain steering wheel
Haters wishing I was gone from fucking hoes, I’m still in here
Find me in my Caddy, you can find me in my tour bus
Me, your girl, your mamma and your sister, just the four of us
Got some hoes in Caddy, all they do is call me Puppy Daddy
I’m just picking up on all you other pimps,  can’t stop me now
Hommie, it ain’t hating if your bitch calls me soul dog
Gave me, sold her, there ain’t shit free, dog
Got at home a footlocker, all she do is stack J
Got two hoes in Huntsville, all they work is backpayed
Got a stripper bitch, you look just like that Milley Cyrus hoe
Got some sugar daddy, but she like to call her Pinestowe
Customers are regular, etcetera, etcetera
Pimping off my I-Phone and I’m chopping off my cellular
Jackie MotherfuckingChain hooked up with Zilla Man
What you know about those diamonds pressed against the wood grain?

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Hold up, now let me show you how a curtain pay a tuition 
How I work these wheels are perfect, you niggers aren’t seeing zilla
Can’t touch me like M.C.Hammer, they faking these niggers
Loathing because I’m from Alabama, but hell they might just be right
All these testing me like a spike got me moving just like a slough
Know it’s wrong but it feel so right, I’mma barely surfacing,
Working my muff, trying to make up every dollar
Ain’t no secret, sit back and peeping, certified street scholar
Trying to do something, I holler, it get right on my haggling,
502 be the motor, so there no way that they stop you
Man, I do it so properly, pimping, judge on the move
Follow me, you indecisive, I’ll show you proof

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