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amt chris - exotic diamond p lyrics

smokin’ real zaza, i got real drug habits i’m a junkie, but now i’m a real drug addict if i see a bad b+tch, n+gga, know i got it she said, i ain’t gon’ come around, b+tch, i don’t know she said, can you put that cup down? b+tch, i don’t know, mm, mm+mm exotic+ass diamonds got me feelin’ like pee all this godd+mn water on me n+ggas like to talk, but to talk too cheap b+tch, you gotta pay just to hear me speak stayin’ up for the money till i make it in my sleep cause a hundred ain’t enough, i need a million for the team f+ck the red, i need purple, i ain’t goin’ out on green i’m in jerky mode now, i done turned into a theme exotic diamonds, b+tch, my lil’ l. a. vibe i’m the real zaza, from the l. a. a. c. e to the h. t. a. c. e b+tch, i’m up right now, i ain’t callin’ no next if you need me in the back, i’ma go cop a scale i’ma bust it right down, bring a big cop a bill and thеse n+ggas be mad with the sеcrets they quit they gon’ tell, cause the haters, the fans, they gon’ check out the mail i’ma duck me a sentence, i’m crude with intentions i’m poppin’ my sh+t, i’m the city new man n+ggas, n+ggas, n+ggas, tacos ring a f+ck n+gga bell up the switch so they blast like bob i’m the smoker, real zaza if your sh+t ain’t gas, i’ma pass on a b+tch like stroud got that sh+t to make a quiet ass room get loud lookin’ back when i was broke, it was no one around f+ck that body on me, throw a four to the ground on the news, i’m a real trendsetter gotta watch your own partner when they say they do it better cause they find out i was down, gotta leave and die glocks, berettas who is he? kick his dough in whenever workin’ that sh+t like a shovel diggin’ that grape forever, i ain’t tryna tell so these n+ggas, they ball like a b+tch, i’ma pay with no muscle i’ma k!ll first, sign up for the bite bag hit the b+tch real bad, then she know i got a bite bag got my b+tch on my phone, tell her call her ass right back who is he? he not me f+ck that n+gga, quit f+ckin’ with lines no, she can’t f+ck with me if she f+ckin’ on the game f+ck a groupie ass hoe, i can’t let a hoe hang smokin’ real zaza, i get real drug habits i’m a junkie mo’ now, i’m a real drug addict if i see a bad b+tch, n+gga know i gotta have her don’t matter, if she got a n+gga, i’ma give her she say, when you gonna come around? b+tch, i don’t know she say, when you gonna put that cup down? b+tch, i don’t know exotic diamond feet all this godd+mn water on me b+tch, i’m runnin’ to the money, can’t make money when you sleep n+ggas only like to talk, but when they talkin’, this is cheap baby, got a bmw, make her trade it in for a track car i’m the future, do hits with my mask off n+ggas in the blitz, too goop like mascots fix a body, i’ll pay for the ass shot get the wheel on the back, slip the switch, make the ass drop real shooter, i ain’t never took a bad shot f+ck her from the back, i’ma pull a hoe tracks out make her run like a n+gga brought the track out i was down bad, but a real n+gga back now if you left me on my ass, then you cannot come back now n+ggas hatin’ bad, turn her red, cause he mad now i’m the type to f+ck around and catch a charge when i pat her down

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