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Zaytoven Yeah, Young Jefe, holmes Diamonds make me feel good Make you feel good I bought a chain for all of my pain These niggas can't touch us, that's word to my mother I didn't work this out to remain the same Yeah, that's a bust down on my little brother Big ass medallion, bitch looked like a medal 'Member some nights, had to dance with the devil Bought her a Rollie because she was special Yeah that's a 41, girl, let me flex you When you got power, they gon' try to test you I'm still that nigga you don't wanna step to You match my swag, girl, you're flyer than JetBlue Fall for the kid, won't be hard to catch you Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Be in that stu' like I be in the streets Run into you, you don't run into me I know that comma is spelled with a "C" I got some sharks that ain't under the sea I know the narcs might be coming for me I know some thots tryna bump into me Teasing some pussy that I've never seen Don't come to my show tryna get in for free How you an actor, don't know how to act? I'm just a trapper that know how to rap I got the Uzi right here on my lap I keep an AR-15 in the back Hurry up my money, used to bust out my trap I used to keep a lil' stash in my sack Lil' niggas mad that I'm speaking these facts Got a lil' bag, she start calling me back Got a lil' money, start calling me papi I still remember the time that she blocked me I had to leave that lil' bitch in the lobby I had to flex on her 'cause she was cocky Hollow tips on me, ain't doing no boxing VVS necklace, I'm sliding like hockey I want a hundred M's and a Bugatti I won't tell none of these hoes that I'm sorry I bought a chain for all of my pain These niggas can't touch us, that's word to my mother I didn't work this out to remain the same Yeah, that's a bust down on my little brother Big ass medallion, bitch looked like a medal 'Member some nights, had to dance with the devil Bought her a Rollie because she was special Yeah that's a 41, girl, let me flex you When you got power, they gon' try to test you I'm still that nigga you don't wanna step to You match my swag, girl, you're flyer than JetBlue Fall for the kid, won't be hard to catch you Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Didn't have to warn you that I was a savage You play with GG, we're gonna do magic Skipped every class but was in mathematics My bitch is CC'd like she gotta have it Three racks a pound if you wanna come grab it Stink up the house, we don't put it in attics Jizzo got hit, dawg, and he gonna blast it She think I'm a big dawg 'cause I got a Patek She said everyone of these niggas be chicken I don't fuck with none of these niggas, they snitching I don't think none of these niggas be killing I don't think none of these niggas be realer Fly lil' bitch, hit the runway with her She don't act right, get her a one-way ticket First she's gonna scream my name when I'm in it Then she's gonna grab on my chain when I hit it Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good I bought a chain for all of my pain These niggas can't touch us, that's word to my mother I didn't work this out to remain the same Yeah, that's a bust down on my little brother Big ass medallion, bitch looked like a medal 'Member some nights, had to dance with the devil Bought her a Rollie because she was special Yeah that's a 41, girl, let me flex you When you got power, they gon' try to test you I'm still that nigga you don't wanna step to You match my swag, girl, you're flyer than JetBlue Fall for the kid, won't be hard to catch you Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good Diamonds make you feel good, they make you feel good
Writer(s): Marquis Amonte King, Xavier Dotson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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