The Diamond Tales

Dolce and Gabbana

Dolce And Gabbana (Prod. sirskech)

Zoro (Prod. sirskech)

Blunt

Blunt (Prod. kolkie)

Fivefourthreetwoone

fivefourthreetwoone (Prod. FiveEightBeats)

Pain Inside The Cup

Pain Inside The Cup (Prod. FiveEightBeats)

Lip Read

Lip Read (Prod. SirQuinny)

Lyrics:

Baby we’re done
We’re done
We’re done
Yeah you not the one
The one
The one
I smoke till
My blunt
Blow out my lungs
I count up
my funds and cut
Thumbs
I’m getting the guap
A lot
You not
She giving me top
She hot
Don’t stop
I mix up the lean
Pour out the wok
I’m popping them beans
She suck my stalk

I’m counting bands I know
She suck two hands I know
I make my plans unknown
My bih too tan I know
I pop that xan oh no
I get them grams for low
I don’t need cash on loan
My bitch so bad I know
I don’t do sh*t for show

Im feeling like Jon snow
These b*stards want my blow
I’ll show you how it go
Crash the castle burn the throne
Move some parcels im an a**hole pay me up or you get shown
Ripping glass bowls in the classroom turned the teacher to a toad
Bands on bands on bands I know
Stack em till they make a tome
My bih do a twerk it circuit sell arenas out in Rome
I might fake a suicide
If it means I can stay at home
devil ask me who am I
I tell him he my nicer clone

My girl wanna move yeah
Brand new crib with new stairs
She want send me nudes yeah
Imma buy her shoes yeah
If she wanna cheat and lie
tell her that we’re through yeah
If I commit homicide
I won’t leave no clues yeah
Whip the blick like who’s there
Mask on scooby doo yeah
Velma tryna screw yeah
My blood running like blue yeah
I ain’t need tomohawk
Turn you into two yeah
If they say they wanna talk
My mouth stuck with glue yeah

Racks up baby tell me how you wanna lie
Tax up baby when that money come I cry
Waxed up baby I know that that p*ssy fye
She gone keep me up all night
F*ck me till the morning light

Baby we’re done
We’re done
We’re done
Yeah you not the one
The one
The one
I smoke till
My blunt
Blow out my lungs
I count up
my funds and cut
Thumbs
I’m getting the guap
A lot
You not
She giving me top
She hot
Don’t stop
I mix up the lean
Pour out the wok
I’m popping them beans
She suck my stalk

We're Done

We're Done (Prod. DrakeGo x deyflo x abon)

Blowing Up Lyrics:

Shawty love me cos she know it comin' in
Money comin' in you know I’m going dumb
Shawty love me cos I make her c*m again
Bunnies comin' in and they just wanna f*ck
Shawty hate me cos I finna f*ck her friend
Suckin' on my d*ck yeah she know how to suck
Shawty hate me cos I f*ck all kinda tens
Whippin' out the stick I got it blowing up

Shawty I been sipping on the Hennessy
Mix the wok with soda and I let it spray hey
I'mma give her d*ck right where her boyfriend lay
Shawty on her knees it’s like she boutta pray hey
Two twins at the same time baby you can stay
I’m ripping on da bong like I was ripping beyblades
Sucking on my d*ck she like the sloppy way
The c*caine dripping off her nose it’s like a sleigh day

Pull up with a stick
Pull up with a drum
Feel like I’m sahbabii got the whole block with the guns
Pull up with ya bih
Pull up ya mum
Baddies wanna date me cos I f*ck em till they c*m
She just wanna f*ck
She ain’t wanna leave
F*ck the p*ssy numb
Cos her boyfriend cannot please
She just wan the love
I got what you need
Baby grab ya stuff
And let’s fly out overseas

She gone
Keep me
Up
All
Night
Dirty Fanta
With
The ice
I get
Cheddar
Over
Night
If ya
Play me
It’s on
Sight

Shawty love me cos she know it comin' in
Money comin' in you know I’m going dumb
Shawty love me cos I make her c*m again
Bunnies comin' in and they just wanna f*ck
Shawty hate me cos I finna f*ck her friend
Suckin' on my d*ck yeah she know how to suck
Shawty hate me cos I f*ck all kinda tens
Whippin' out the stick I got it blowing up

Blowing Up

Blowing Up (Prod. Curtiz57)

Outta Here Lyrics:

Yeah I’m outta here
Yeah I’m outta here
Yeah I’m outta tears
Yeah um outta fears
Baby I don’t give no f*cks
Keep pistol tucked
Blow that f*ckin missile up yuh
I ain’t need ya love
Count my fuckin crystals up
Yeah I’m never near
Yeah I’m never clear
Rockin chandeliers
In my bloody ears
Diamonds finna cut you up
Smokin in the club
I just whistle and she suck me up
I ain’t need no one
Demons finna f*ck you up

I ain’t need no sleep no
I just need some weed woah
Treasure in me keep gold
I ain’t wear no cheap clothes
Gotta keep the heat close
Winter I won’t freeze no
Imma hit the the free throw
Watch the net sink deep woah

Bags on bags on bags
Bags on bags on bags
She ain’t need no hands
She ain’t need no hands
Turn me to a man
Bands on bands on bands
Countin bands on bands
Slap em with the cash
Slap em with the cash
Now they wan be fans

Yeah I’m outta here
I ain’t need no one
Icy diamond grill
Bite ya by the gums
I keep it low key
She don’t give no f*ck
She wan f*ck em
Imma make her c*m

Yeah I’m outta here
Yeah I’m outta here
Yeah I’m outta tears
Yeah um outta fears
Baby I don’t give no f*cks
Keep pistol tucked
Blow that f*ckin missile up yuh
I ain’t need ya love
Count my fuckin crystals up
Yeah I’m never near
Yeah I’m never clear
Rockin chandeliers
In my bloody ears
Diamonds finna cut you up
Smokin in the club
I just whistle and she suck me up
I ain’t need no one
Demons finna f*ck you up
x2

Outta Here

Outta Here (Prod. RocketMadeThis)

Uno Lyrics:

F*cked up
Shawty f*cked up
Tell me that you love me
She just wanna f*ck
Get bucks
Countin up bucks
Money lookin ugly
Gimme paper cuts
No trust
You just wan lust
Tell me that you want me
You just want drugs
No fuss
You don’t want us
Devil wanna fund me
But he want a cut

I get that bag then you know
She on her last chance uno
I head to mars no Bruno
In foreign cars then who knows
A smoke spliff then pass out
She wanna hit my hideout
F*ck that bih don’t pullout
My tyres burn they spin out

I’m crazy like I’m Tuco
No Walter White no blue nose
My castle big like sumo
Smoke maple like I’m Trudeau
She blow a kiss and rollout
Her back so big it blowout
My heat so hot it burnout
I hit the show it’s sold out

Imma bean poppin' fiend
Magazines all of me
On the screen
What you mean
What you mean yeah
Shawty f*cked up
But she know how feeling yeah
Getting f*cked up
Can’t remember how to feel again
Feel again
Feel again
Feel again
Baby bring a friend
Threesomes with some demons suck me up like they some leeches yuh
Shawty wanna f*ck me baby you my favourite teacher yeah

F*cked up
Shawty f*cked up
Tell me that you love me
She just wanna f*ck
Get bucks
Countin up bucks
Money lookin ugly
Gimme paper cuts
No trust
You just wan lust
Tell me that you want me
You just want drugs
No fuss
You don’t want us
Devil wanna fund me
But he want a cut


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