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paul wall - diamonds exposed lyrics

(feat. chamillionaire & lil keke)

[paul wall talking]
i’m comin down
i’m bangin screw
lookin good
feelin good

[chorus]
you know i’ma crawl slow/
popped up sittin on my sw-ngas & 4’s/
jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
i’ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
so when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/

[verse 1.paul wall]
well it’s that grain gripper that hold the throne, i’m straight up outta dat third coast/
i split cigars, and pour the bars so pop tha seal let’s take a toast/
i stunt the most, i’m still holdin, my paint wet, and the streets soakin/
i’m runnin diamonds like james loney with the top down & windows open/
posted up just like durant on south lee with big mix/
my partner black got 2 chicks thats turning tricks & work for tips/
stayin’ licks since i was six with ice grill and diamond lips/
so boy im about to pull out my wrist, now watch your step, my paint drips/
i’m dueced up in seirra mist, my b-ss loud, and i’m crawlin’ slow/
i’m draped up, yea that’s fasho them karot stones they make me glow/
i’m slamin do’s, and i’m sitting low and i been in the game since ’94/
i’m gettin dough, my pockets fat, in all black, just like the crow/
where tha hoe’s? where that drank? where tha money? i need that bank/
come up off a that cash my dogg, i’m bout that bread, you think i ain’t?/
i’m a country boy from south texas better known as the land of the trill/
i’m tippin 4’s, and i’m flippin’ hoe’s and i’m comin down wit woman and grills/

[verse 2.chamillionaire]
chamillitary mayne!

takin pics with this model chick and she lookin thick, said she from atlanta/
tellin’ me that she love my talk, and she live in texas and love the grammer/
tellin me she bangin’ screw and she need a pic of my on the camera/
whole crew say that broad bad so i looked at them and said “go on and have her”/
uh, playa don’t have to talk, look at my chain and ask the cost/
diamonds on my neck yea that’s a house, soon as i’m done might p-ss her off/
red over seal; yea that’s the south, blue over seal; yea that’s the north/
ac blow yea that’s my frost, all of that smoke yea that’s exhaust/
in my i-m-p-a-l-a impala, i am a p-l-ay-a and balla/
i drop her off and say call you tomorrow, she callin me back askin me how come i aint call her/
cuz i’m chasin my paper still and you know how jealous my paper get/
you know i’m attached to my paper, tryin’ to hold it down like a paper clip/
pimp c had told me if you see the chick then go take the chick/
and if you a playa you’ll get chose and these other boys can go pay for it/

[verse 3.lil keke]
dirty south stand up
h-town’s finest
don ke

ey, i ride big and i shine bright, i’m lookin good and my swag right/
my paint wet and my slab tight, my chain gold and my diamonds white/
i’m don ke and this h-town, them playas chose and them haters mad/
i’m screwed up and i’m underground, i’m still trill like, bun & chad/
gucci shades with them new lens, crawlin slow in my blue benz/
comin through with this bad broad, me, her, and her two friends/
haters lookin, i still ball, 26’s; they real tall/
my grill did, my rocks big, my screens on, my top fall/
popped up with them 4’s on, 21 but she still grown/
i let her ride and get inside, cuz “i’m a g” was her ringtone/
hit the stage with my diamonds out, they don’t know what my shine bout/
dirty south my grind spot, boys hatin’ but im still hot/
so clean in this dirty game, still a legend with plenty fame/
my ice nice like paul and cham, pay attention it color change/
tf records & swisha house, chamillitary & suc/
ask the streets i’m still the best, this whole state it belong to ke/

[chorus]
you know i’ma crawl slow/
popped up sittin on my sw-ngas & vogues/
jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
i’ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
so when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/
i’m comin down, crawlin slow/
i got my diamonds exposed/

- paul wall lyrics

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