DON $UAVE - CHOSE (PROD. MAGO & HONK!) [WINTER HILL EXCLUSIVE]

I GOT DIAMONDS💎💎💎 SHINING EVERYWHERE I GO🌟🌟🌟
EVERY SINGLE CITY🌍🌍🌍 MAN I GOT A DIFFERENT HOE👧👧👧

LIL FLY & YUNG 666 - DIAMONDS (PROD. FXNESSE2X & DAYZODZN)

Lyrics 
I haven't been in my mind as of late
And all these haters they at stake
Tryna take this feast up on my plate, aye
Can't grab the belt cause I'm a heavyweight
Can't eat all this food, it's a heavy plate, aye
They don't know but behind this piece I got steady aim
All I smoke is biscotti, yeah I smoke Mary Jane
This ice on my neck it's a heavy chain, aye

Just got back from the trap, where the cash
If I see 12 I'm finna do the dash
Choppa kinda dirty but I'm glad I got a mask
Ten k bounty yeah you know I got a task
Burbum bitch

Bitch I'm finna do the task let me go get my mask
No bitch you can't hit this blunt don't fucking ask
All around the coupe Don Julio in the flask
Blue lights with a pole yeah I'm finna do the dash
These motherfuckers hate cause they see me getting cash
All my diamonds shine bitch you don't need your fucking flash
This some sticky icky no this ain't ordinary grass
Ten out of ten yes all my bitches fucking bad
They ask about me pop these downers when I'm fucking sad
Don't run up on me yeah I got the knife in my hand
Bitch I love sipping drank it don't matter bout the brand
Burberry head to toe yeah that's a hundred grand

Ain't gonna stop the drugs till I made it
Calling all my boys yeah telling them I'm faded
Or I hit them up say Burbum yeah he famous
How to be a G I don't need the basis
Charges got dropped yeah cause I was faceless
Sometimes I'm too high don't know the places
Moving off the wok I'm seeing different faces
Choppa sent em to the Lord family said their praises
Got a couple k's but I promise I'm not racist
Got a couple fiends yeah their pills I might lace it
Got your bitch on my dick yeah she wanna taste it
Bathing Ape drip yeah that's how I made it
Freestyle off the dome that's how I lay it
So many bands I don't know how I make it
Choppa maintained yeah gave him a facelift, heavyweight champ
No fucking weight lift

Bitch I'm finna do the task let me go get my mask
No bitch you can't hit this blunt don't fucking ask
All around the coupe Don Julio in the flask
Blue lights with a pole yeah I'm finna do the dash
These motherfuckers hate cause they see me getting cash
All my diamonds shine bitch you don't need your fucking flash
This some sticky icky no this ain't ordinary grass
Ten out of ten yes all my bitches fucking bad
They ask about me pop these downers when I'm fucking sad
Don't run up on me yeah I got the knife in my hand
Bitch I love sipping drank it don't matter bout the brand
Burberry head to toe yeah that's a hundred grand

That's 100 on momma

Burbum bitch, you already know who I am, one and only, bitch I'm Burbum, yuh

The Heavyweight Champ

Head so good, she got me screamin' WHAT
Already got the bands, I don't need the cut,
Yeah shorty wanna fuck, I donate a nut,
Yeah the fiends on my line, they don't need a front,
Yeah I'm gettin real pissed, I think I need a blunt,
The choppa flipped him sideways I ain't talking bout a stunt,
Fill em up with a good meal, we left him fucking stuffed,
All the jewels be iced, yeah, everything buffed,

Just touched down in Miami likes its GTA 6,
Said he wanna do a feature, he ain't listen to the mix,
And I'm just calling out, yeah that ain't a diss,
And if he get offended, he can drink my fucking piss,
Cause Burbum don't play shot em, left em with a lisp,
Tony Hawk on these bitches the way I do the tricks,
Yeah they call me Pablo, cause the way I flip the bricks,
A safety in the field the way I catch the picks,
Crease the Jordans while I'm runnin yeah, stainin hit the licks,
Catch me ballin on the court like I play for the Knicks
Yeah I feel like a junkie I always need a fix,
I'm talkin' bout perks, I always need a script,
Yeah, if you song trash you know I'm finna skip,
Makin' all this fuckin' money, me and Rick, on a trip,
Yeah, I'm makin' all this money, I could make a whore strip,
Jacob ain't dead it only took four clips,

Head so good, she got me screamin' WHAT
Already got the bands, I don't need the cut,
Yeah shorty wanna fuck, I donate a nut,
Yeah the fiends on my line, they don't need a front,
Yeah I'm gettin real pissed, I think I need a blunt,
The choppa flipped him sideways I ain't talking bout a stunt,
Fill em up with a good meal, we left him fucking stuffed,
All the jewels be iced, yeah, everything buffed,

WHAT

Lyrics 

Bitch, you know I'm rich, but it feels like I'm in debt
Yeah, the car be swervin' while I'm whippin' on the vet
Bitch, you know I'm VIP, yeah, I'm hoppin' on the jet
And the way I be talkin, yeah, I got that bitch wet
Yeah, the ganja so loud, we be growin' in the tent
Dripped out, had to toe all the money that I spent
Sippin' on this fuckin' liquor, yeah, it got me fuckin' bent
And these drugs be super, got me turnin' into Kent

Yeah, I see all the hate through my Burberry shades
Yeah, I always had the money, yeah, you just got paid
So fuckin' dank, I don't know the grade
Always askin' me to strain, bitch, I don't know the name
If I look back a year, yeah, nothin' is the same
So I leveled up my life, playin' shit like a game
And I know we fuckin' dead, I don't even gotta aim
Bitch, I don't need a gun, bring the shank, bring the flame
I see designer head to tow, check the fuckin' frames
Always goin' 200, bitch, you check the fuckin' lanes
Got the Gucci bag, for the fit, so it ain't plain
And they hit me for the za, cause they know I got the Jane
Bitch, you know we dead, cause I hit them in the brain
Yeah they talk all this shit, but it be the same
Yeah, my life got messy, so I got a fuckin' maid
Always steady, sippin' liq, yeah, my shirt got a stain

Bitch, you know I'm rich, but it feels like I'm in debt
Yeah, the car be swervin' while I'm whippin' on the vet
Bitch, you know I'm VIP, yeah, I'm hoppin' on the jet
And the way I be talkin, yeah, I got that bitch wet
Yeah, the ganja so loud, we be growin' in the tent
Dripped out, had to toe all the money that I spent
Sippin' on this fuckin' liquor, yeah, it got me fuckin' bent
And these drugs be super, got me turnin' into Kent

In Debt

Lyrics 

Pull up to the function smokin' alien gas
Yeah, if you offer green, that shit, I'mma pass
But they like why Burbum, cause that shit don't last
If I'm gonna keep it real, that shit's fuckin ass
Catch me zoomin' down the street, yes, this charger so fast
For that motherfuckin' green, you know I'm gonna tax
Cause I don't need that money to spend On The Pack
Your bitch pulled up, I broke her fuckin back Yeah

I broke her fuckin' back
Then I smoked my fuckin' green
Chopped a infrared, yeah, got a scope and a beam
I can see myself chillin, yeah, posted on the screen
Smokin' Mary Jane ever since I was fifteen
Now I'm tryin' to catch a bag, lift up my fuckin' team
Gucci and Dior, I spend a thousand on the seams
Matter of fact, yes, I just spent a thousand on the jeans
On a trip, yeah, I put the liquor in my fuckin' tea
If I'm ballin, yeah, I put the liquor in my fuckin' lean
That's a risk, it could drop dead, leave me on the scene
Every time I step out, I'm so goddamn clean
Body limpin' like I just got shot in the spleen

Pull up to the function smokin' alien gas
Yeah, if you offer green, that shit, I'mma pass
But they like why Burbum, cause that shit don't last
If I'm gonna keep it real, that shit's fuckin ass
Catch me zoomin' down the street, yes, this charger so fast
For that motherfuckin' green, you know I'm gonna tax
Cause I don't need that money to spend On The Pack
Your bitch pulled up, I broke her fuckin back Yeah,

On The Pack

Lyrics

Pull up to a Rolex, finna buy a new watch, yeah
Sippin' fuckin' liquor, ain't no way I'm sippin' scotch, yeah
Pull up to the block, now my gang finna share your fuckin' thot
Fox 6, News, yeah, Jacob just got shot
He was talkin' his mouth, that's why Jacob got popped
Tints too fuckin' dark, that's why I got stopped
Took his head off his shoulders, yeah, that boy got cropped
Got your bitch on my dick and she finna fuckin' slop

Where your bitch at? Where the bitches ticket
Feelin' like a bandit, bitch, I'm feelin' like a misfit
Flip his head off Tony Hawk, do a kickflip
Zottie come in' pounds, yeah, I hit him with a quick flip
If I see a 12, bitch, you know I'm finna dip dip
Pounds in the car with the zip lock, yeah, I zip zip
Bitch, I'm Burbum, yeah, my mind on a trip trip
Liquor so good, on my mouth, I'm finna sip sip
Rollin' in second gear, bitch, I'm finna shift it
Her booty too low, so you know I had to lift it
TRX stand tall, no fuckin' lift kit
The way I be rappin, bitch, I feel like Limp Bizkit

Pull up to a Rolex, finna buy a new watch, yeah
Sippin' fuckin' liquor, ain't no way I'm sippin' scotch, yeah
Pull up to the block, now my gang finna share your fuckin' thot
Fox 6, News, yeah, Jacob just got shot
He was talkin' his mouth, that's why Jacob got popped
Tints too fuckin' dark, that's why I got stopped
Took his head off his shoulders, yeah, that boy got cropped
Got your bitch on my dick and she finna fuckin' slop

Got Shot

Lyrics 

Glock do the talking, I don't lay hands
Bitch, I'm Burbum know me causing mayhem
Catch me pulling up in the Ray-Bans
But when we in tune, late, you dig that we racin
Step in this straight, no room for the chasing
Five or so blunts on the table, I'ma face them
No one better than me, bitch, you stop the fucking glazes
On this blunt bitch, I'ma start blazing
The way I pop these pills, you would think I'm a patient

Ain't no patient, but, bitch, you know I got my script
Chopper fucked him up, hit him in his mouth, he left a list
I can shoot anyone, they lucky I got a list
Can't talk all that shit if you don't have a bitch
No license, cause I'm too drunk when I whip
So fucked up, I smell codeine when I piss
Got the cheese, yeah, you could call it fucking Swiss
All these motherfuckers don't play tooly on my hip
No pipe, no worries, I shank em in his shit
Just dropped ten bands on another fucking fit
Lambo going too fast, shit ain't cruising like a ship
Bayonet rifle, yeah, shake them with the fucking tip

Glock do the talking, I don't lay hands
Bitch, I'm Burbum know me causing mayhem
Catch me pulling up in the Ray-Bans
But when we in tune, late, you dig that we racin
Step in this straight, no room for the chasing
Five or so blunts on the table, I'ma face them
No one better than me, bitch, you stop the fucking glazes
On this blunt bitch, I'ma start blazing
The way I pop these pills, you would think I'm a patient

Ray Bans

Lyrics 

Ayy, that's that drink, said it multiple times but you know what I'm sippin on
Yeah, ayy, ayy

Sizzurp got me in the air like my name is Jordan
Yeah, I pulled up to the stu, I be cookin' up like Gordon
Yeah, we don't need a donor cause I took his fuckin' organs
Burbum be all cap, bitch, check your fuckin' sources
If I ain't rockin' Air, yeah, I'm rockin' all forces
Yeah, Lambo finna slide cause this bitch got some horses
Super Bee for the whip, I ain't rockin' no Porsches
Yeah, I'm gonna be rich and famous, that's my fuckin' fortune

I'm gonna be so rich, own like six jets
Pull up to the crib in the garage, six vets
Yeah, when I smell ganja, I swear it's my sixth sense
Bro, puffin' weak, keep me smokin' on the incense
Talkin' I'm not fuckin' net, that shit make no sense
Ganja so fuckin' dank, that shit so dense
Mille on my fuckin' wrist, no time for Rolex
Gettin' all these fuckin' bands, so I'm finna try less
Cause I love it cause if helps for the liq I digest
I'm a heavyweight champ, but this ain't my fuckin' best
Jacob got fuckin' packed, cause he ain't rockin' no vest
Yeah, I'm workin' off the liq, so I ain't goin' rest
And I be shootin' fuckin' A's, and this ain't a test
Yeah, that ganja so strong, I can feel it in my chest
Don't take it away, I will get fuckin' pressed
But with some titties, got a hangin' pair of fuckin' breasts

Sizzurp got me in the air like my name is Jordan
Yeah, I pulled up to the stu, I be cookin' up like Gordon
Yeah, we don't need a donor cause I took his fuckin' organs
Burbum be all cap, bitch, check your fuckin' sources
If I ain't rockin' Air, yeah, I'm rockin' all forces
Yeah, Lambo finna slide cause this bitch got some horses
Super Bee for the whip, I ain't rockin' no Porsches
Yeah, I'm gonna be rich and famous, that's my fuckin' fortune

Fortune

Lyrics 

Sippin' that Tris while I'm makin' this song
Yeah, the baddie next to me, she ain't wearin a thong
If I don't have woods, yeah, I'm smokin' a bong
Smoke too much, I'm feelin' like Cheech my boy, Chong
And when I'm fuckin' high, bang my chest like King Kong
Doin' all these drugs, everyone what I'm on
Three Cuban links, on, this shit weigh a ton
Yeah, this ain't the start, but I Already Won

We finna leave that bro in a dutch
Yeah, the Hellcat brand new, no fuckin' rust
Rambo knife, pokin' out, yeah, he gon' get touched
Talkin' all that fuckin' shit, yeah, your bitch just got fucked
Choppa hit them in the tummy, even if he fuckin ducked
Pockets full of dead faces, yeah, I always keep em' stuffed
Waste band full of chops, yeah, I always keep em' tucked
Catchin' bodies for frees, I don't need to cut
Sellin' these fuckin' drugs, bitch, don't expect a front
Yeah, you bought me, don't expect to hit this fuckin' blunt
Cause this shit be gas, expensive fuckin runts
Take another fuckin' hit, yeah, you're payin down for a fuckin' month

Sippin' that Tris while I'm makin' this song
Yeah, the baddie next to me, she ain't wearin a thong
If I don't have woods, yeah, I'm smokin' a bong
Smoke too much, I'm feelin' like Cheech my boy, Chong
And when I'm fuckin' high, bang my chest like King Kong
Doin' all these drugs, everyone what I'm on
Three Cuban links, on, this shit weigh a ton
Yeah, this ain't the start, but I Already Won

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