Damedot - INDICTMENT DIAMONDS lyrics

I get this feeling when the pros come back
(I swear)
It's somethin' 'bout a nigga dick
Make the hoes come back (Mwah)
Boy, you still living with your mama
You too old for that (You too old for that)
Give me the head, don't wanna fuck
I'm too blowed for that (I'm too blowed)
Fuck with a lame bitch, I'm too on for that
Niggas backdooring they own mans
What you on for that? (What you on?)
Left my ex-bitch, she keep saying
"You wrong for that" (I'm gone, Meech)
Smelling like money, she keep asking
"What cologne is that?"

Sometimes a nigga feel like
I'm 'posed to rap
Sometimes a nigga feel like
"Bring the shoulder strap"
Niggas tellin' like it ain't


Nothin' wrong with that (Rat)
Keep my heart locked away far
Can't get close to that
(Can't get close to that)
Can't even sleep 'cause the
Money keep calling me (Brrt)
Thoughts of dying just like my pops
Make it hard to sleep (yeah)
Put a sight on that AR, I can hardly see
(I can't sleep)
You can't even trust your fam
If you fall asleep (Can't trust 'em)
Demon after demon, my past keep haunting me
If I really want your chain
It get brought to me (Bring it here)
If I really want it all
They take it off of him
Turn around for thirty-four
We call 'em Hakeem (Olajuwon)
Hit the dope with a hook, I call it Kareem
When I get paid off half tracks
I call it a stream (yeah)
Niggas buyin all these SIs
And callin' it bling (Ice, ice)
Hit one of you niggas with the TEC
Now they callin' him Sheen

I get this feeling when the pros come back
(I swear)
It's somethin' 'bout a nigga dick
Make the hoes come back (Mwah)
Boy, you still living with your mama
You too old for that (You too old for that)
Give me the head, don't wanna fuck
I'm too blowed for that (I'm too blowed)
Fuck with a lame bitch, I'm too on for that
(I'm too on for that)
Niggas backdooring they own mans
What you on for that? (What you on?)
Left my ex-bitch, she keep saying
You wrong for that (I'm gone)
Smelling like money, she keep asking
What cologne is that?

Indictment diamonds on the neck and
We gon' kill for that (Gon' get you)
If your bitch out here loose
You need to chill on that
(Let that bitch go)
We hit the fent like O'Reilly
Put a bill on that (A hundred)
Do this shit with my eyes closed
Take skill for that (It take skill for that)
Half a ticket on the 'Gram
Make a reel for that
I just poured a half a pint
Need a meal with that (Lamb chops)
Sixteen lines of the Wock'
Come with a seal with that (A whole one)
I'll put your face on a shirt
I'm for real with that (Blaow)
I'ma be rich in a minute
Should I spell it out?
Get the mouth from her, then that's it
I'ma Jeff her out (I'm gone)
Ridin' with the pack, but it's wrapped
They can't smell it out
(They can't sniff it) some of you niggas be
Like Tre, talkin' 'bout, "Let me out"
(Let me out, dog)
Sometimes I feel these Percocets
Make me mellow out (Calm me down)
Put one of you lil' niggas to bed
Bring the pillow out
If it's too far to drive
I'ma send 'em out (I'ma send 'em)
If you want more than that
I can set a mountain, nigga
(Phew)

I get this feeling when the pros come back
(I swear)
It's somethin' 'bout a nigga dick
Make the hoes come back (Mwah)
Boy, you still living with your mama
You too old for that (You too old for that)
Give me the head, don't wanna fuck
I'm too blowed for that (I'm too blowed)
Fuck with a lame bitch, I'm too on for that
Niggas backdooring they own mans
What you on for that? (What you on?)
Left my ex-bitch, she keep saying
You wrong for that (I'm gone)
Smelling like money, she keep asking
What cologne is that?

(Meech)