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trigga g - diamonds lyrics

i just wanna fly no limits
all the bad vibes i’m finished
way better than this time last year
this year imma treat it like a scrimmage
move slow and just wait for the drop
unorthodox chilling just outside the box
better not choke on this verse that’s a flop
you acting so fake well then get out the squad
i am so marty mcfly
feels like i am just too ahead of my time
yuh
had to go hard as vibranium
dearly departed from all of the lies
keeping it sick like a flu
350 be all on my shoe
and i got bars
my parents are dragons
taking some notes i’m so fly like aladdin
sinners be thinking will l go to heaven
all about hart like my first name is kevin
(jokes)
looking like you got a lota money
(broke)
b+tterflies all up in your tummy
(woah)

nice guy but i gotta stay real with it
and i’m never gonna stop bro deal with it
tryna run it for the checks to bless the fam nah
don’t post if i really ain’t feeling it
in a race to contest the best the top dog in the pen
let’s go pedigree with it
too plain in a lane with a speed limit
don’t care what i say might feed critics
wait
yeah
i’m bout to kick in like narcotics
the flow is too fiji
you pay for the water
you thirsty you thirsty
see everyone starving
oh
how you gon’ fake for the payroll
yeah
only gon’ do it when they say so
d+mn
really wanna learn some spanish
hey
too smart all i see is pendejos

you can’t trust a b+tch
they too shaky switching sides
i don’t look up to peeps
they be watching from the sides
you outta luck my homie
see the envy in they eyes
hadda boss up my boy
gotta get the paper right

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i got the paper right
young boy flex on a hater like
i bought the bently truck
take that sh+t out when i’m feelin nice
stay with the paper cuts
i been up workin late every night
pockets keep filling up
they wanna know what that money like
wake up to stunt
wake up to flex
wake up to get the bread
wake up to checks
wake up to m’s
wake up to dividends
young boy sick with the pen
and i don’t really do friends
they cannot mess with the real
b+tch they fake pretend
you can’t trust a b+tch
they too shaky switching sides
i don’t look up to peeps
they be watching from the sides
you outta luck my boy
see the envy in they eyes
hadda boss up my homie
gotta get the paper right

new wave balenci
pockets on fendi
bit to trendy
you guys ugly like wendy
get it i spend it
run up a check in a minute
count up the digits
i’m on a whole nother limit
i’m on a whole nother wave
i cannot wait to get paid (huh yeah)
i’m in a whole nother state
i’m in a whole nother day
i’m on the way to the bank
i’m on the way to the safe
youngin move big with the weight
youngin move big with the plays
(huh yea

- trigga g lyrics

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