French Montana - Diamonds lyrics

[French Montana - Diamonds lyrics]

Ricky Rozay j cole
Montana diamonds

It's a real nigga revolution
Real nigga revolution
This should not be televised

Now on some sweet shit I want
My kisses when I want them
On some freak shit I want my
Dick sucked when I want it
On some G Shit I got my
Chips up now I’m balling
On some Kieth Sweat, I sang
Them bitches get to falling
On some Veal shit
Made the bar like a goalie net
On some real shit I ain't set
The time on my Roley yet
Foolish nigga, always been the coolest nigga
Way before you knew this nigga
I went to school with niggas
Snatched they bitch then tutor niggas
My hoes smoke I watch them
Don’t roll the blunts I just cop them
Feed her shots of the vodka
She open up like a locker
She a bougie chick seen every
Flick at the Oscars
She say I'm just like Sinatra
Her pops is into the opera
Will look here my dear I’m
The Pavarotti of rhymers
In a brand new Maserati how
PapparazzI gon’ find us
With my windows tinted like a limo
This is where I write my demo
Duckin the devil you could say I
Live my life a limbo

Now let me see them fuckin
Diamonds, neck full of diamonds, bracelet
Full of diamonds, watch full of
Diamonds, rings full of diamonds
You know I be shinin drippin in diamonds
Bitches love them diamonds
(now throw up ya motherfuckin) now let me see
Them fuckin diamonds diamonds diamonds
Diamonds diamonds diamonds
Now let me see them fuckin diamonds
Diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds diamonds

Rose from the bottom
I brush dust the dirt off my shoulders
Pinky ring got a boulder
That bitch cost 10 crores
Get so swizz on the beats
I’m so swift with a freak
Know I’m draped like a
King, strapped with iron, chic
Call my chick Cleopatra
She got rings on her toes
Kings living forever I die embalm me in gold
All the bad bitches mourn
Somebody sing me a song
Let the kids touch my casket make
Sure my neck full of stones
Put my face on that cheddar
Got big stones in my bezel
Friends come and they go
But a diamond forever
Make sure this car ride slow rozay, JCole
Got 3 mill on my neck red seude cane gold

Neck full of diamonds wrist worth an island
40 niggas strapped up yeah 49ers
40 40 bank 40 commas
Give them 40 cash and 40 on consignment
(haaanhh) diamonds we got Mills on
Connected like a jail phone
Shorty want to ride it on
Top with her heels on
Playin with them falcons like
I’m from Decatur
Different zip code every if you
Talk about my neighbor nigga!
You know we play with different paper nigga
Staples center get your head
Full of staples nigga
I’m talking Paul Pierce with the handle nigga
And all my diamonds clear like a sample nigga

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