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diamond* (2) - rip follies lyrics

[intro]
phew, ayy, phew
ayy, phew, ayy, phew
hey, yeah, phew, it’s diamond+, bling, woo

[chorus]
lil’ bro be trippin’, tryna catch him a body (woo, woo)
my ho too skinny, i buy her a body (woo, ow)
mafia sh+t, b+tch, i move like john gotti (move like john gotti, yeah)
i’m throwin’ ones, screamin’, “r.i.p. follies” (hey, r.i.p. follies)
dripped in balenci, i’m fly as a pilot
he pop his lip then we pop at his noggin (boom)
these b+tches sharks and they f+ck all your partners
my pockets fat, b+tch, i’m not on the dollar
vvs pointers, that sh+t is not glass
these n+ggas broke, i should buy ’em a cast
i don’t f+ck b+tches that do not have class
i like her face, she don’t got no body
i told her it’s nothin’ to buy her a ass
fixin’ the dial, this sh+t made me crash (woah, ø way)
she sucked me soul in the whip while i’m drivin’ (woah, woah, ø way)
losin’ control behind the wheel, i might crash

[verse]
pulled out my chain, went the cold as december (hey)
f+cked her five times and i still never kissed her
back to back maybachs, they filled up with missiles
move with your ho, one shot, feel like a kicker
my b+tch a freak, she be piercin’ her nipples (woah+woah+woah)
ain’t buyin’ bottles but, b+tch, i’m a sipper (woah+woah+woah+woah)
i’m always pimpin’, boy, never a simper
ice in my t++th and they thought it was dentures (yeah)
i can’t complain, but this life gettin’ better
entourage filled up with trappers and smackers
n+ggas not real, this game filled up with actors (ayy, ayy, wow, wow)
and i’m way too real to just dab up these b+st+rds (woah+woah)
ysl shoes, they came out in ’03 (woo), these b+tches walk like i’m walkin’ in napkins (wow, wow, woo)
diamond+ outside, boy, you better watch your feet
birkin my b+tch and i might double c
purple my cup, boy, i don’t do the green (uh+huh)
ferrari truck, that sh+t come out in spring (woo+woo)
she touched my d+ck then she turned to a fiend (woah, woah, woo)
sippin’ and spendin’ your rent on my jeans
f+ckin’ your b+tch, got her scent on my sheets
white on her clothes, i’m addicted to freaks (yeah)
house on the hills like we built that from greece
i don’t be talkin’, i just say, “capiche” (ayy, ayy, yeah)
[chorus]
lil’ bro be trippin’, tryna catch him a body (woo, woo)
my ho too skinny, i buy her a body (woo, ow)
mafia sh+t, b+tch, i move like john gotti (move like john gotti, yeah)
i’m throwin’ ones, screamin’, “r.i.p. follies” (hey, r.i.p. follies)
dripped in balenci, i’m fly as a pilot
he pop his lip then we pop at his noggin (boom)
these b+tches sharks and they f+ck all your partners
my pockets fat, b+tch, i’m not on the dollar
vvs pointers, that sh+t is not glass
these n+ggas broke, i should buy ’em a cast
i don’t f+ck b+tches that do not have class
i like her face, she don’t got no body
i told her it’s nothin’ to buy her a ass
fixin’ the dial, this sh+t made me crash (woah, ø way)
she sucked me soul in the whip while i’m drivin’ (woah, woah, ø way)
losin’ control behind the wheel, i might crash

[outro]
phew, phew

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