Diamond
Yeah, look I had visioned me fucking on you like way before I met ya
Whip down I pull that stick out and lay that bitch down on the dresser
And I got word bout that rapper I got a bitch but we ain't gone sweat em
I'ma ask you bout yo day then pull that dick out proceed to bless ya oh ohh
But fuck yo nigga yeah
Real nigga with a realer bag
I can tell you been feeling bad
I'ma make you calm fo' we get in bed
Keep it g my feelings dead
But for you I'll get em back
He gone fuck up go write a song trynna right his wrongs look take that nigga back
Probably hit Dallas when I'm thinking bout you ain't far from the city
Look I got carbons I'll spray about you and fuck up my image
I'll buy diamonds put a chain around ya taste yourself while we kissing
Mix this perky and this syrup but I ain't no chemist oh no
Got that Glock on me now
Damn hold up bae be careful
And I hope you don't let me down
Matter fact I ain't gone let ya
All these bitches come around don't catch no feelings just undress em
But i'ma keep it g for you I'll catch whatever oh ohh
Study yo body when I touch on yo tats you tell me the meaning
Like these dead faces represent me fighting demons
This one treatment
For a bitch I used to fuck with fell in love with but deceived me
And this the gift I got from dropping semen oh yeah
And that red hair you could leave it
I'ma play it fair keep a secret
I'ma play the game like you my people
Better choke on that dick when you eat it
I ain't bringing you up for no reason
We gone keep this shit g make it easy
I'ma pull up on ya when I touch ya city and i'ma stuff that dick in ya so deeply oh yeah
Look I had visioned me fucking on you like way before I met ya
Whip down I pull that stick out and lay that bitch down on the dresser
And I got word bout that rapper I got a bitch but we ain't gone sweat em
I'ma ask you bout yo day then pull that dick out proceed to bless ya oh ohh
Got that Glock on me now
Damn hold up bae be careful
And I hope you don't let me down
Matter fact I ain't gone let ya
All these bitches come around don't catch no feelings just undress em
But i'ma keep it g for you I'll catch whatever oh ohh
Whip down I pull that stick out and lay that bitch down on the dresser
And I got word bout that rapper I got a bitch but we ain't gone sweat em
I'ma ask you bout yo day then pull that dick out proceed to bless ya oh ohh
But fuck yo nigga yeah
Real nigga with a realer bag
I can tell you been feeling bad
I'ma make you calm fo' we get in bed
Keep it g my feelings dead
But for you I'll get em back
He gone fuck up go write a song trynna right his wrongs look take that nigga back
Probably hit Dallas when I'm thinking bout you ain't far from the city
Look I got carbons I'll spray about you and fuck up my image
I'll buy diamonds put a chain around ya taste yourself while we kissing
Mix this perky and this syrup but I ain't no chemist oh no
Got that Glock on me now
Damn hold up bae be careful
And I hope you don't let me down
Matter fact I ain't gone let ya
All these bitches come around don't catch no feelings just undress em
But i'ma keep it g for you I'll catch whatever oh ohh
Study yo body when I touch on yo tats you tell me the meaning
Like these dead faces represent me fighting demons
This one treatment
For a bitch I used to fuck with fell in love with but deceived me
And this the gift I got from dropping semen oh yeah
And that red hair you could leave it
I'ma play it fair keep a secret
I'ma play the game like you my people
Better choke on that dick when you eat it
I ain't bringing you up for no reason
We gone keep this shit g make it easy
I'ma pull up on ya when I touch ya city and i'ma stuff that dick in ya so deeply oh yeah
Look I had visioned me fucking on you like way before I met ya
Whip down I pull that stick out and lay that bitch down on the dresser
And I got word bout that rapper I got a bitch but we ain't gone sweat em
I'ma ask you bout yo day then pull that dick out proceed to bless ya oh ohh
Got that Glock on me now
Damn hold up bae be careful
And I hope you don't let me down
Matter fact I ain't gone let ya
All these bitches come around don't catch no feelings just undress em
But i'ma keep it g for you I'll catch whatever oh ohh
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Writer(s): Caisyn Wafer
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