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diamonds & designer - blacc zacc lyrics

[intro]
(imixnation for real)
([?])
ayy

[verse 1]
designers and diamonds, my b*tch out the foulest
i went to the jeweler and i changed the climate
came out the mud like a diamond in rough
you get shot up just for thinkin’ you tough
n*ggas want beef, what we beefin’ for, what?
is it ’bout a ho? hope it ain’t ’bout no sl*t
either way, n*gga, let’s run and step up
this sh*t come with money, so i don’t give no f*ck ([?])
shout*out my plug, he turned me up
shout*out my ex, she ate me up
i came from the era where we run it up
send it, fed*ex, send it through [?]
upgraded from the lean and the pills
graduated, found the plug on the field
free my n*gga, he need him and the pill
i send no green dots ’cause i’m keepin’ it trill
feelin’ hood rich when i’m out in the hills
don’t sip no more but i still drip and spill
text my mama, say that we worth a mill’
got my mama thinkin’ i signed a deal
i’m from the four, b*tch, i’m givin’ up hope
come to my city, i supply all the dope
that pack come in [?], got that sh*t off the boat
don’t eat chicken any more ’cause i am a g.o.a.t
[chorus]
dope boy, half a million dollars on me right now, in the hood rockin’ feli
i’ma get that money, i’ma stack it, i’ma stack it
i’ma stack it, i’ma stack it like knee*high
all blue hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundred
n*gga hatin’, now see why
neck like cooler, n*gga don’t do it, real shooters got guns like t.i., hey

[verse 2]
i’m gettin’ money, ain’t no time to play
sunny drop down, drop that k to his face
pull up in benzes, pull off in a wraith
like a bulldozer, don’t get in my way
shooters, got a couple choppers with a ruger
put a hundred grand on your madula
spend the whole million with the jeweler
these n*ggas think they cold, but i’m cooler (ceo, motherf*cker)
stop with the flex, boy, your diamonds ain’t wet
i got this off hustle, ain’t seen no rap check
ain’t chasin’ no b*tches, i’m chasin’ a check
my ho think i’m cheatin’, ain’t got time for s*x
i hopped on a jet, had to squeeze in some head
when i touch down, i’ma count me some bread
count the backend and take one to the head
walk on the stage, give it all that can
[chorus]
real dope boy, half a million dollars on me right now, in the hood rockin’ feli
i’ma get that money, i’ma stack it, i’ma stack it
i’ma stack it, i’ma stack it like knee*high
all blue hundreds on hundreds on hundreds on hundred
n*gga hatin’, now see why
neck like cooler, n*gga don’t do it, real shooters got guns like t.i., hey ([?])

[outro]
(like a bulldozer, don’t get in my way)
(feelin’ hood rich when i’m out in the hills)
(don’t sip no more but i still drip and spill)
(got my mama thinkin’ i signed the deal)
(don’t eat chicken no more ’cause i am a g.o.a.t.)

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