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french montana - diamonds lyrics

(feat. j. cole, rick ross)

[into: french montana]
ricky rozay
j. cole
montana
diamonds

[intro: j. cole]
it’s a real n-gg- revolution, real n-gg- revolution
this should not be televised

[hook]
now let me see them f-cking diamonds [6x]

[verse 1: j. cole]
now on some sweet sh-t i want my kisses when i want them
on some freak sh-t i want my d-ck sucked when i want it
on some g sh-t i got my chips up now i’m balling
on some kieth sweat, i sang them b-tches get to falling, on some veal sh-t
made the bar like a goalie net
on some real sh-t i ain’t set the time on my roley yet
foolish n-gg-, always been the coolest n-gg-, way before you knew this n-gg-
i went to school with n-gg-s, sn-tched they b-tch then tutor n-gg-s
my hoes smoke i watch them, don’t roll the blunts i just cop them
feed her shots of the vodka, she open up like a locker
she a bougie chick seen every flick at the oscars, she say i’m just like sinatra
her pops is into the opera, will look here my dear i’m the pavarotti of rhymers
in a brand new maserati how papparazzi gon’ find us
with my windows tinted like a limo, this is where i write my demo
duckin the devil you could say i live my life a limbo

[hook]
now let me see them f-ckin diamonds, neck full of diamonds, bracelet full of diamonds, watch full of diamonds, rings full of diamonds, you know i be shinin
drippin in diamonds, b-tches love them diamonds, (now throw up ya motherf-ckin) now let me see them f-ckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds, now let me see them f-ckin diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds

[verse 2: rick ross]
rose from the bottom
i brush dust the dirt off my shoulders
pinky ring got a boulder, that b-tch cost 10 crores
get so swizz on the beats
i’m so swift with a freak
know i’m draped like a king, strapped with iron, chic
call my chick cleopatra
she got rings on her toes
kings living forever i die embalm me in gold
all the bad b-tches mourn, somebody sing me a song
let the kids touch my casket make sure my neck full of stones
put my face on that cheddar
got big stones in my bezel
friends come and they go but a diamond forever
make sure this car ride slow
rozay, j.cole
got 3 mill on my neck
red seude cane gold

[hook]

[verse 3: french montana]
neck full of diamonds
wrist worth an island
40 n-gg-s strapped up…
yeah 49ers
40/40 bank 40 commas
give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment, (haaanhh)
diamonds we got mills on
connected like a jail phone
shorty want to ride it on top with her heels on
playin with them falcons like i’m from decatur
different zip code every if you talk about my neighbor n-gg-!
you know we play with different paper n-gg-
staples center get your head full of staples n-gg-
i’m talking paul pierce with the handle n-gg-
and all my diamonds clear like a sample n-gg-

- french montana lyrics

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