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skank dollar – diamonds in the pack lyrics

[glitch in the internet]

you may not haaaaaaaaaaaaave

a car at all!

ugh

but you can still stand tall

[verse 1: skank]
i rock well off rock sales
while cops fail/
pitch hail /
on hot days no temp scale/
ugh
hot days on temp scale/
years after, skankys laugher as rocwell/
you never seen a west indie/
on kundelini/
black jesus/
but treated like mussolini/
rappers upset
cause they need workers/
but chu the mothafucking worker for the worker/
ugh
just flash a lil bread in they face/
rental cars and shit
crooked polls in they race/
florida balids
you the type to sell a once
an owe 8/
cut my shit short
(puss) i want the whole plate/
skank dollar
what a name b-tch!/
you fucking up more than a athiest/
yo you hurd chris rap yo he the craziest/
nah but i hurd chris fuck tho he the waviest/

surf

brendas got a baby/
survived in her stomach/
pulled me from the body/
now rappers my school lunches/
ya song made racks
ya crack just made hundreds/
dont act like i dont know nigga
now say something/
but if you could call me broke
they way i break niggas down/
headcracks,,,,,,
they about to bank on skanky now/
no azelia
but you got me iggy/
i mean you got me aggy/
with that oil base
nicole richie/

[hook :skank]
yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scence with my gangster leannn
uggghhhh

yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scene the scene with my gangster lean

[verse 2: skank]
pornograpic
or national geographical/
either or my nigga im still a animal/
the way feds watchin
must be steve irwin/
later aligator
lacoste polo servin/
yea lacoaste out the truck b-tch
got em off for fun
out of my crown vic
back when everybody crowned vic
but the steelers stole the championship …………………

now im rapping all in the matrix
s the key maker
on jim morrison high
feds harrasin on some g-y shit
nigga why
you only wasting tax money
my nigga die
s fell asleep at his desktop
wakey wake mr anderson
watchin desk top (wow)
you can’t to say facts no more
should say opp’s
love how rappers mistake bud for flippin rocks
surf
got me moving differnt
fuck ya celebration
you spittin hard
or drinking blood with the masons
hating on s.t
like it was ya destiny
my d-ck belongs to me
reserved for ya freak

[hook :skank]
yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scene with my gangster lean

yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scene
with my gangster lean

[verse 3: skank]
call me old school
i luv hennessy
lil ciroc no sko but
all my aces be
the type guys to scould you
with a 2.2.3
over ciroc water
its only rez b
on they (momma) stoop like 2.2.7
my nicca calm down
we on escalators to heaven
black shirt, black face, black car
white cop,,,,,,,, man that shit was enough
rrrrrrrrrrrrrraaaaaaahhhhhh

taking shit to the heart
they got mad seeds
if he ain’t down to work
then tell homeboy to leave
you know how face mob say we hate new niggas
fuck a grown man get some lil dudes nicca
young k!llas
i know you tryna eat
im big boi
this like that atl scene

smooth like a long lsland ice tea
watching lady libery
movin like dem dudes in oz do
through 4g
no need for examples
you show an provin
then skank dollar’s mayham
your old solution
no allstate
dont make a bad decision
why not a pack flipping
you sitting back
acting like max a millions
st nicca…. the mac mall
a mac dre spittin
to mac mittens
on they imacs while they screen listen
its too late man they roaped millions
even got me with my pants down ya b.m. in em
yellin

[hook : skank]
yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scene with my gangster lean

yea baby surf
yea baby surf
dig in the scence with my gangster lean

ughhh

ugh

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