Diamond lyrics

by

Fat Trel


[Intro: Smoke DZA]
Kushed God, b*tch
Pimp hand strong
Suplexin' hoes, like Brad Armstrong
Suck a n*gga di*k chopped and screwed though
Right

[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Bad b*tch, whistle while you twerk on that di*k
That's it, make it nasty all that sh*t
Classy, in the street but freaky in the bedroom
Bad ho, whistle while you twerk and don't miss a note

[Verse 1: Smoke DZA]
Riiight
She walk in and got the lil n*ggas widlin'
Ass like, she employed by King of Diamonds
Last night she got off, the paper pilin'
Hoes mad tight, but she twerk and keep stylin'
Lickin' her lips just like she give the mean marvelous
Ass clappin' on that green carpet, get it girl
Slow grindin', got a n*gga brick
She tryna give a private dance and get a extra tip, sh*t
She put that box right up for sale, I got a couple 1s
But I'm from the school of Akinyle, She let my man pipe
With some passes for Rock The Bells, these hoes is wicked
I wonder what she do for some Jigga tickets
Bad b*tch but her mentality is classless
Average ho in the spot, tryna stack chips
She like, if Jesus turned water into wine
Then I could turn this pus*y into diamonds
I heard you I heard you shorty I dig ya plans
I overstand you start talkin' 'bout bands
A n*gga be lookin' in the air like
It's quiet for all that
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Bad b*tch, whistle while you twerk on that di*k
That's it, make it nasty all that sh*t
Classy, in the street but freaky in the bedroom
Bad ho, whistle while you twerk and don't miss a note
(Yeaaaah, HO!) Don't miss a note
I got all these C notes so
You might wanna... (Yeaaaah, HO!)
You might wanna... (Yeaaaah, HO!)
You know...

[Bridge: Ab-Soul]
f*ckin' suck a n*gga di*k, while hittin' the splits
And rollin' the spliff at the same damn time, b*tch
Is you out of yo mind, b*tch?!

[Verse 2: Ab-Soul]
Nasty, make it nasty Soulo, ho
Lookin' for the hole behind yo panties, that's fasho
Hit that pole, let this be yo anthem dip it low
Heard it's dippin' dots between yo thighs, DZA got a scoop befo'
I'm tryna see what that be like, damn right (HO!)
Ab got a appetite, damn right (HO!)
(Riiiight!) I gotta eat, I gotta eat
You heard of foreplay, let's try gunplay, pull my strap and you're deceased
(Soulo) A beast under the sheets
Like a Top Dawg under cover f*ck undercover police
It's the Kushed God and the God MC
Pay yo tithes (HO-BERT) or you could do it for free
Please make that ass clap
I got bands, I got racks, got them fifties, got them hundreds
I don't drive but that Audi outside got room for us
Turn this up, I'm turnt up, can't you tell? Don't tell no lie (HO!)
[Chorus: Ab-Soul]
Bad b*tch, whistle while you twerk on that di*k
That's it, make it nasty all that sh*t
Classy, in the street but freaky in the bedroom
Bad ho, whistle while you twerk and don't miss a note
(Yeaaaah, HO!) Don't miss a note
I got all these C notes so
You might wanna... (Yeaaaah, HO!)
You might wanna... (Yeaaaah, HO!)
You know...
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