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Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Woah, woah Woah, woah Oh, oh (Yeah) Oh, oh (Yeah, Mustard on the beat) Tony Montana, white diamonds on my wrist and neck I was just controllin' the way y'all niggas was trollin' Led her to my opps, stab you up, and now you bed head I went doctor on that bitch, now she sexy I put a new nug on her face and her chest, chest I put a chain on a bitch, now her neck wet You can call her pawn Mermaid, her hair way too long Yeah, I just take X-y, shawty was takin Percocet, yeah You was tryna fuck' the bitch, and I was tryna get the neck (Woo) I was tryna keep it crucial with you on some project shit (Ayy) You was tryna keep it boujee with her now you never hit Yeah, this my anniversary, I had my chopper six years Rose gold Vista (Ayy), got the temper rear (Ayy), rear (Ayy, ayy) Blicky, blicky (Ayy), real, real, diamonds give me chills (Ayy) Steve Harvey, Benz red, real solid kill (Ayy) SongtexteDennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy) Clyde Christien, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah) I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah) When I get to fuckin', I'ma bill her woah, woah (Woah, woah) I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah) Hopes and the dreams, what was soul, woah, woah (Woah, woah) Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em all, woah, woah (Woah, woah) I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy) Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Woah, woah Woah, woah Oh, oh Oh, oh Bad little nigga Space coupe, panoramic glass in the middle Jewelry box lookin' like a bag full of Skittles Underdog, but that bag done got bigger Under all the house, none of my cars are a rental Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil She wanna fuck again, I look for time in my agenda Iced out cash in my denim And I'm strapped but I hit 'em I can't be a victim, nah, I can't beat the system And I always put it on, Gucci all my linens Know some niggas did me a wrong, I never forgive 'em Me and my whole crew is large, and you niggas little Effin' in that mini car, Benz don't need a hitta I stay how I smoke a 'gar, then weed in my liver Young nigga, I beg your pardon, forever drippin' Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy) Clyde Christien, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah) I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah (Woah) When I get to fuckin', I'ma bill her woah, woah (Woah, woah) I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah) Hopes and the dreams, what was soul, woah, woah (Woah, woah) Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em all, woah, woah (Woah, woah) I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy) Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Woah, woah Woah, woah Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh Woah, woah Woah, woah Oh, oh Oh, oh Aus Songtexte Mania