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diamonds dancing - tykese lyrics

flexing with these digits they like godd*mn (godd*mn)
i be laying low countin’ my bands (my bands)
they see i’m up and now they tryna f*ck up my plans (my plans)
and i know that she love how my diamonds dance (ice)

flexing with these bands you a broke n*gga i know you pockets hurting
i be laying low countin’ hunnits you know that’s for certain (cash)
talking down on me but on the low i know they insta lurkin’
i’m drippin’ in designer so i had to get my b*tch a birkin (drip)

i came from nothing now i’m living good i know that’s why they mad at me
i been chasing money got me out hеre burning calories (bands)
i’m up on top i got my haters feeling sick just likе it’s allergies
she say she don’t want me for the money she just like my personality

take a trip out to the west lil mama i know you’ll like that
put that p*ssy on me and i promise i won’t fight back (i won’t fight back)
groupies all up in my dm but i probably won’t reply back (i probably won’t reply back)
all these b*tches want my baby, sorry baby don’t got time for that

when i pull up in that foreign everybody so amazed
everybody swear they know me cause a n*gga getting paid (yeah)
i remember back in middle school they all thought i was lame
now they tryna ride my wave sorry n*gga you too late
flexing with these digits they like godd*mn (godd*mn)
i be laying low countin’ my bands (my bands)
they see i’m up and now they tryna f*ck up my plans (my plans)
and i know that she love how my diamonds dance (ice)

i love getting paid i’m not worried bout a lame n*gga (nope)
she gone choose me over him beacuse she lovin’ how my chains bigger (drip)
but hold on i can’t switch up on my guys you know that i’m the same n*gga (gang)
everywhere i go i’m coming deep you know i’m with the gang n*gga

pull up in a foreing coupe i’m talking black on black (talking black on black)
blew 10 racks in like a week it wasn’t sh*t to get it back (nope)
thumbin’ through these hunnits got a n*gga losing track
and n*gga i be h*lla faded this good gas it got me smacked (gas)

i live a private life everything i do is on the low
ima spend some money, spend some money, then go spend some mo’
i be drippin’ in designer b*tch i’m talking head to toe (head to toe)
and i don’t want that girl i heard that she just f*cked up on my bro

- tykese lyrics

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