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rocky diamonds - forgive me lyrics

(verse 1)
look
we lost fly and got flyier
spendin cash on e
polo white t and my christian dijon jeans
those jordans don’t impress me, i hoop in them sh-ts
f-ck fame and the versi’s, i’m just tryin to get rich
we lost fly and got flyier
spent cash all week
polo white t and my christian dior jeans
those jordan’s don’t impress me, i’m hoop in them sh-ts
f-ck fame and the versace, i’m just tryin to get rich
look i come from the struggle
errbody rap bro, it’s all about your hussle
we only blow strong man we smoking on that muscle
and b-tches ain’t real, i don’t love you cuz i don’t trust you
uncle skoot taught me that, i’m just a young n-gga
you try to mob man i hope you brought your guns wit cha
my n-ggas hungry, they be juggin tryna make it out
i’m livin proof that you could stunt and still be in the drought
just know i’m ridin for my n-ggas, they won’t chalk me out
i’m hittin hoes, i’m hittin stains in my ferragamo
tell dem thots i’m in the city get a hundred bottles
and i get high everyday cuz we might not see tomorrow
dem sh-lls hit you asap if we got f-ckin problems

(hook)
aye you f-ckin wit a young n-gga
versace k!lla
pop dat p-ssy like a drug girl
its m-o-b i bang the mob
we don’t do love girl
we just get money, f-ck dese b-tches and dey homegirls
i’m buyin fendi
please forgive me
i’m a young n-gga
versace k!lla
pop dat p-ssy like a drug girl
its mob i bang the mob
we don’t do love girl
we just get money, f-ck dese b-tches and dey homegirls
i’m buyin fendi
please forgive me

(verse 2)
look, aye look that young n-gga rico
one hunnid like a c-note
control sh-t like a remote, choppers big as d-bol
beat em down, i shoot cha down
no squares when we come around
we don’t blow dem 50 sacks, b-tch we smoke it by the pound
music weed guns loud
turnin up no turnin down
i just spent your rent on shades, bet dem b-tches see me now
errbody on tv, f-ck fame, lets get rich
like me rip, that’s hamilton
got dese hoes naked like africans
i rolled up dey pop beans
all these hoes be doin d-cks, all these thots be f-ckin tricks
i mean so much, this sh-t is sick
put that b-tch on back page
bought the mob j’s the next day
don’t be mad at her mane cuz she played your -ss like 2k
last week we brought 2k’s, been off the drink for 2 days
my og crib like a gun range
my money fast like mustangs
i’m sippin lean like pimp c
runnin sh-t like 6 feet
versace ring on my trigger finger
when i shoot sh-t it’s still designer
all these hoes want a hot boy, on fire, smoking fire
man we just some young n-ggas whose getting rich and getting high
cross da mob and you meeting god
in the fendi store like i need it all
wnba sh-t, dey know all my b-tches ball
girl f-ck wit young and i get your life together
i’m a fly mothaf-cker, i could prolly change the weather
and i still don’t get dress, i just put sh-t together
and a skirt is still a skirt, don’t give a f-ck if dat b-tch is leather

(hook x3)

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