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LETRA
Diamonds Had to get that pitch on a bitch Smack it up, flip it, and rub it down Cause I be bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Grindin', wrist piece change the climate And there she go, ni*** I bet she go, ni*** Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Grindin', wrist piece change the climate And there she go, ni*** I bet she go, ni*** Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Pretty bitch blinded, wrist piece change the climate I beat that thang up out the lining Side to side and from behind it Bitch, I choose through buku bitches On my line but nevermind it I be movin', drinkin', drug abusin' Yeah, smoked out, could fear the flute, but I'm coolin' Yeah, got that backwood filled with strong and I'm loaded Yeah, got a pack and a gang of straps for my soldiers Yeah I remember them nights when a ni*** couldn't eat that much Truth be told yo these groupie hoes They used to turn their nose, they wouldn't give no fucks Cars are black, I'm down, pull the 'Lac around Bust a lick behind tint Nigga, I was born with no windows and a pot to piss That's why a rapping-ass ni*** can't tell me shit Bout grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Grindin', wrist piece change the climate And there she go, ni*** I bet she go, ni*** Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Grindin', wrist piece change the climate And there she go, ni*** I bet she go, ni*** Cause I be grindin', G-piece full of diamonds Need to claim your ho, entertain your ho Where your bitch? Can't find her? Giving answers back, sending nasty texts She with the VVS its straight blindin' White girl and a Mexican They bucket naked then I turned them out on that powder And I be rollin', what y'all niggas smokin'? They be shuck-and-jivin', I was I-fivin' Got the killa pack from East Oakland So I sent my bitch a load told the bitch to go drop it off, head shopping Used to wait for niggas, had the 'caine for niggas Had them killers at your door knocking, ni***, like that I remember them nights when a ni*** had to rob to stay afloat Niggas from the other side was at my throat Met my homeboy mobbin', slanging dope Niggas trying to live straight, legit Got a bird from the H trying to rock your bitch Nigga came from a crumb to a motherfuckin' brick So a rapping-ass ni*** can't tell me shit [Hook]
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