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tommy tee - diamond sales lyrics

[intro]
yo tommy tee, the sh-t is on?
man f-ck platinum sales
we tryna see diamond out this
kna’mean?

[verse 1]
n-ggas know i’m sick witted, thick witted
ya’ll never get it, too late, done sh-t it
f-ck you dawgs, hold your toungue it ain’t worth spitting
whatever ya wanna do n-ggas, we done did it
x5 beamer, ice clear like (?)
f-ck strong b-tches like cena
nut on her face and let her rub it off like (?)
hit the chicks stylistics, ask me if i’ve seen her
truth is, we triple teamed her
off with the clothes, f-ck the (?)
we don’t love these hoes
ya’ll paper wasting, we paper chasing
(?) something you don’t want to be facing
(?) that look amazing
persuading any caucasian
that i’m hot like (?)
yeah we f-ck with asians
and have a (?) vacation
and go national (?) coming soon
sick and tired of the tune
i’m a n-gga who need room
a n-gga who need boom
you the type a n-gga that’s full of hot air, like balloons
i’m the pin that’ll bust that bubble n-gga (?)

[hook]x2
if you want that
you can have that
(?) benz black
lex coupe back
chain swing on
get your drink on
get your thug on
let a n-gga know

[verse 2]
b-tches wanna’ get my ice when they talk to me
instead of on my chain they (?) they love my st–z
how they love me in the (?) living comfortably
knowing they only want a part of me, but pardon me
n-ggas spit water, i spit red seas
n-ggas is petty hustlers, my n-ggas push keys
death is caused from sleep
so ya’ll better believe that these hoes ain’t getting nothing from me
slept on me, you told your wife you scheming on me
now knowing she (?) given me head on her knees
me and shorty always shot the breeze
he didn’t know she did a bid for me back in 93
shorty used to transport keys
always told me wifey wasn’t good enough for me
had the kids calling me daddy
i sadly feel that you can get k!lled for real
cause i top bill and my sh-t is mill n-gga

[hook]x2

[verse 3]
so many n-ggas i know be like “when you hitting?”
so many n-ggas i know be like bullsh-tting
so many n-ggas i know, i love to hate
so many i hate to love
street life got a n-gga (?)
so many sl-ts get bust’
so many cats can’t be trust’
b-tches feeling the thrust
fl!cking ashes from the dust
laced with co-co-c0ke
ya’ll be rising above judges, hating my guns
d.a. tried to set me up but set me up
get me f-ck, f-ck that (?)
smarter than that, more hard than that, beyond that
rhyme with the nicest cats and you ain’t even ready yet
(?) machete
friendly with enemies
superior geniology
the streets got me insane
cod keeping it live
ready or not here i come

[hook]x2

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