Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA - Diamond lyrics

[Ab-Soul, Smoke DZA - Diamond lyrics]

Kushed God, bitch pimp hand strong
Suplexin' hoes, like Brad Armstrong
Suck a nigga dick chopped and screwed though
Right

Bad bitch
Whistle while you twerk on that dick
That's it, make it nasty all that shit
Classy, in the street but
Freaky in the bedroom bad ho
Whistle while you twerk and
Don't miss a note

Riiight
She walk in and got the lil niggas widlin'
Ass like, she employed by King of Diamonds
Last night she got off, the paper pilin'
Hoes mad tight
But she twerk and keep stylin'
Lickin' her lips just like she
Give the mean marvelous
Ass clappin' on that green carpet
Get it girl
Slow grindin', got a nigga brick
She tryna give a private dance
And get a extra tip, shit
She put that box right up for sale
I got a couple 1s
But I'm from the school of Akinyle
She let my man pipe
With some passes for Rock The Bells
These hoes is wicked
I wonder what she do for some Jigga tickets
Bad bitch but her mentality is classless
Average ho in the spot, tryna stack chips
She like, if Jesus turned water into wine
Then I could turn this pussy into diamonds
I heard you I heard you shorty I dig ya plans
I overstand you start talkin' 'bout bands
A nigga be lookin' in the air like
It's quiet for all that

Bad bitch
Whistle while you twerk on that dick
That's it, make it nasty all that shit
Classy, in the street but
Freaky in the bedroom bad ho
Whistle while you twerk and
Don't miss a note
Yeaah ho, don't miss a note
I got all these C notes so
You might wanna yeaaaah ho
You might wanna yeaaaah ho

Fuckin' suck a nigga dick
While hittin' the split's
And rollin' the spliff at
The same damn time, bitch
Is you out of yo mind, bitch?!

Nasty, make it nasty Soulo, ho
Lookin' for the hole behind yo panties
That's fasho hit that pole
Let this be yo anthem dip it low
Heard it's dippin' dots between yo thighs
DZA got a scoop befo'
I'm tryna see what that be like, Damn right
Ab got a appetite damn right
I gotta eat, I gotta eat
You heard of foreplay, let's try gunplay
Pull my strap and you're deceased
Soulo, A beast under the sheets
Like a Top Dawg under
Cover fuck undercover police
It's the Kushed God and the God MC
Pay yo tithes or you could do it for free
Please make that ass clap
I got bands, I got racks, got them fifties
Got them hundreds
I don't drive but that Audi
Outside got room for us
Turn this up, I'm turnt
Up, can't you tell?, don't tell no lie

Bad bitch
Whistle while you twerk on that dick
That's it, make it nasty all that shit
Classy, in the street but
Freaky in the bedroom bad ho
Whistle while you twerk and
Don't miss a note

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