a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

diamonds & pearls - soufside dre lyrics

[intro]
[?]
round of applause of krashhh x (p on the beat, you know it’s a hit)
every time, i wake up, and i’m sick of the world, yeah, i wake up and i’m, yeah

[long hook]
i wake up and i’m sick of the world, shawty just want some diamonds and pearls
p on beat like a n*gga was earl, i’m unfazed like i’m lil uzi vert
all this money, i pick up the world, off these drugs, now i’m f*cking yo’ girl
call me mj, i’m rockin’ the world, preach on beat like i’m giving the word
sip on lean, so i got my words slurred, i’m the sh*t, i ain’t talkin’ no t*rd
f*cked her friend, ’cause that’s what i preferred, boy, my money like strippers, it twerk
i’m in la, i’m goin’ bizurk, try to ride on my wave ’cause these n*ggas be burnt
b*tch my shotty’ 12 gauge, imma hunt, imma lurk, all attention on me like an amber alert
on a boat with gb, with some hoes in the turks
every time i be talking to hoes, imma flirt, i ain’t doing no talkin’, i’m poppin’ off first
i ain’t doin’ no talking, i’m givenchy steppin’, yeah i came in this bit’, and i came wit’ a weapon
got that glock on my lap, this ain’t smith, or the wesson
make her mma tap when we in the bed, s*xin’
way that money come in, boy, i know its a blessing
i’m in houston and sh*t like i play for the texans, vvs on t**th, boy, a n*gga be flexin’
with this bit’ getting’ wings, we at deli in westend
if that boy talk that sh*t, then you know we press him
that boy internet beef so you know i won’t text him
get location on opp, so you know we address it
got suppressor on ghost, so i guess we suppressed it
get that dope out of town, so you know we don’t mail
‘finna sell me a pack, then i flip it, and sell it
i ain’t stunnin’ the judge, state tried to make me a felon
know some n*ggas who was in rice street, but they got out ’cause they tellin’
if you f*ck with the kid, then we crackin’ ya melon
you can save all that sh*t, boy, you cappin’, i smell it
get a bag off that b*tch, i can tell that she sellin’ that p*ssy, feel like a vet, but i’m not even rookie
five in the morning, i’m deep in her snookie’, tellin’ this bit’ come and give me the cookie
hoes be lyin’ and sh*t, might as well name ’em cookie
got some potnas’ who bangin’, want “bhoplate bip bookie”
got some sons in the game, ‘finna give em a noogie
if i ain’t ask for that sh*t, then you know that we took
if you want that sh*t back, we gon’ make you look stupid
i wake up and i’m sick of the world, shawty just want some diamonds and pearls
p on beat like a n*gga was earl, i’m unfazed like i’m lil uzi vert
all this money, i pick up the world, off these drugs, now i’m f*cking yo’ girl
call me mj, i’m rockin’ the world, preach on beat like i’m giving the word
sip on lean, so i got my words slurred, i’m the sh*t, i ain’t talkin’ no t*rd
f*cked her friend, ’cause that’s what i preferred, boy, my money like strippers, it twerk
i’m in la, i’m goin’ bizurk, try to ride on my wave ’cause these n*ggas be burnt
b*tch my shotty’ 12 gauge, imma hunt, imma lurk, all attention on me like an amber alert
on a boat with gb, with some hoes in the turks
every time i be talking to hoes, imma flirt, i ain’t doing no talkin’, i’m poppin’ off first
i ain’t doin’ no talking, i’m givenchy steppin’, yeah i came in this bit’, and i came wit’ a weapon
got that glock on my lap, this ain’t smith, or the wesson
make her mma tap when we in the bed, s*xin’
way that money come in, boy, i know its a blessing
i’m in houston and sh*t like i play for the texans, vvs on t**th, boy, a n*gga be flexin’
with this bit’ getting’ wings, we at deli in westend
if that boy talk that sh*t, then you know we press him
that boy internet beef so you know i won’t text him
get location on opp, so you know we address it
got suppressor on ghost, so i guess we suppressed it
get that dope out of town, so you know we don’t mail
‘finna sell me a pack, then i flip it, and sell it
i ain’t stunnin’ the judge, state tried to make me a felon
know some n*ggas who was in rice street, but they got out ’cause they tellin’
if you f*ck with the kid, then we crackin’ ya melon
you can save all that sh*t, boy, you cappin’, i smell it
get a bag off that b*tch, i can tell that she sellin’ that p*ssy, feel like a vet, but i’m not even rookie
five in the morning, i’m deep in her snookie’, tellin’ this bit’ come and give me the cookie
hoes be lyin’ and sh*t, might as well name ’em cookie
got some potnas’ who bangin’, want “bhoplate bip bookie”
got some sons in the game, ‘finna give em a noogie
if i ain’t ask for that sh*t, then you know that we took
if you want that sh*t back, we gon’ make you look stupid
[outro]
i’m proud of you young man, super proud of you. you know you goin’ to change the world right? you got it dawg, its in your blood!

- soufside dre lyrics

Random Song Lyrics :

Popular