Lyrics

Pullin' my diamonds they scream in my face But hold up lil' bitch we ain't doin' a race H-Half of my bro's they be fightin' a case I got yo shorty and she wants a taste Th-Th-They be like wait Sour her lips on my bitch in a bit give her this lemonade But I'm in the state, of Connecticut Issa London ting, Oh my god oh my days Oh my god oh my days Just hold up and wait Spent 500 bands on my real estate And a plane ticket to the United States I'm a Miami Vice so the bag I chase Yeah I'm chasing the bag and I'm watching my figures Your homie is scared and he won't pull the trigger My side bitch is sweet and your main bitch is bitter Did all of that shit for 4 likes on Twitter? Bitch I don't miss her I want yo' cousin, yo' auntie, yo' grandma, yo' mom and your sister Counting up bands... Counting up racks I can walk in any building a pull a bitch that is a fact Bad-Baddest bitch, she model Sephora Foreign bitch, just like mufuckin' Dora Finna be Drake cause' she got the Controlla So put my number in yo' lil' Motorola First 3 digits put it in 2-2-6 I don't got time these days so answer quick Untitled Document taught me to mix If it wasn't for that I'd be stackin' some bricks While-While I'm Pullin' my diamonds they scream in my face H-Half of my bro's they be fightin' a case H-Half of my bro's they be fightin' a case I got yo shorty and she wants a taste Th-Th-They be like wait Sour her lips on my bitch in a bit give her this lemonade But I'm in the state, of Connecticut Issa London ting, Oh my god oh my days While-While I'm Pullin' my diamonds they scream in my face H-Half of my bro's they be fightin' a case H-Half of my bro's they be fightin' a case I got yo shorty and she wants a taste Th-Th-They be like wait Sour her lips on my bitch in a bit give her this lemonade But I'm in the state, of Connecticut Issa London ting, Oh my god oh my days
Writer(s): Andrew Labib Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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