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cant die broke - diamondsonmydick lyrics

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[intro: sickboyrari]
feel like i’m hi*c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
feel like i’m hi*c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly

[bridge: diamondsonmyd*ck]
cashed cobras production little ho, eat my p*ssy
yuh, yuh, what? hoah, hoah
yeah, yeah, what? what? yeah, ayy

[verse 1: diamondsonmyd*ck]
i keep a demon sl*t, blood on my air force 1s
f*ckin’ with gang, hit with this tommy gun
sacrificin’ hoes, i do that sh*t for fun
b*tch, i’m just tryna f*ck
pretty boy demon, i cannot fall in love
posted up, evil grin, shinin’ gold slugs
finesse a n*gga, b*tch, you a whole dub
[?] ’cause you n*ggas is so dumb
smokin’ strap pack like i got no lungs
pour up the act’, b*tch, i can’t stand up
i cannot lack, b*tch, i need two guns
n*gga get whacked, now in casket all dressed up
talk sh*t on the ‘net, in person, don’t do nun
f*ck that lil’ b*tch, that ho a whole sl*t
talk down on gang, get your soul lift up
in love with the act’, sippin’ on dirty mud
shut up lil’ b*tch, you talking too much
thought it was my arm, this is not blood
you roll with my drip, n*gga, you my son
crossin’ these n*ggas just like its and1
reptilian club, f*ckin’ on your sl*t
pocket rock’, foreign whip, doing donuts
n*gga, you a b*tch, sweet like a honey nut
f*ck that love sh*t, [?]
cuffing that ho, you goin’ out sad
yeah, that’s your daughter
but she call me dad
i cannot lack so i keep two mags
hollow tips on yo’ head like a durag
she tryna fall in love, know i said “f*ck that”
big gas, [?]
all these hoes green, [?]
two glocks, keep in my duffel bag
cast a spell, hit yo’ b*tch from the back
[?]
b*tch, i got a [?], jimmy neutron
i don’t do dates, i’m just tryna f*ck some
watch that f*ckboy [?]
i’ll beat your ass up
it was just me, he thought it was five [?]
[verse 2: sickboyrari]
feel like sh*t
i’m with hi*c, slime, my man
know i’m in all white
look at my big foreign, and i slime my b*tch
know i shoot, we talk through pistols
pouring blood for my mental
feel like i’m hi*c, pull up in audi
red eye, [?], but not no molly
gas, blow my whip down
crystals and they diamonds
n*ggas hate me, i know i’m ’bout it
[?], you know i’m stuntin’
all black wock’, you know that i’m gliming
a young n*gga runnin’ up, what’s the timing?
k9 bro so i gotta stay gliming
so mysterious how n*ggas be silent
been a solider [?]
stack my money to the end
i got blood on my tint, i got crack in my rims

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