paroles de chanson Diamonds - Ky Porter

Woah, diamonds
Woah, flexin'
Woah, diamonds
Woah, flexin'
Woah, diamonds
Woah, flexin'
Woah, diamonds
Woah, woah

Diamonds (woah) dancin' (dancin') in New York, you got 'em (got 'em)
Ace of (ace of) Spades (skrr), Ace Hood ridin' Bugattis (yea)
We got (we got) 'Raris (blah), Audi R8, I got 'em (skrr)
Wearing (wearing) red (whole lotta), call me Playboi Carti
If shawty thick I might commit some sins
I really want her and like two of her friends
KY GORDON, KY GORDON, Tunka Wunka, what we gonna do man, we gon' hop in that Benz
Just 304s, we don't got no more friends
Two young kids finna make a new trend
Two young kids and we not trash bins
Feel like Wayne saying "what's brackin'"

I hate to say it, I'm booted off X
Told shorty I want her, don't care about her friends
They all on my line, I won't send them a text
Put her down on the bed, I'm sure you know the rest
Got tired of the Scat, so I hopped in the Benz
This a big Maybach, bought it with my advance
Four deep, eight straps, could pop out again
Catch me in NOLA I'm looking for (shhh)
Not dropping his name but I'm dropping the body
I'm upping the chop at his face like karate
I hop on the beat and I ride like a jockey
These bitches getting mad, say I'm acting too cocky
Same bitch talking, she giving me sloppy
No, Joe, they be biting my flow, brodie drop it
I got some dro for the low if you copping
I get in my zone and nobody can stop me

You ain't slatt, boy that's cap, man
Thugger voice, better get back, man
Jerome, you know that's my main man
"You heard that Jerome got shot?" dang
The killer, next day he got popped, man
Man somebody, please get the mop, man
In your kitchen, butt naked, drinking Kool-Aid
Ha, I feel bad for Tyrese, man

New York diamonds they get sturdy, get sturdy
Cop a plea, I guess he went told a birdie
Don't mention my name 'less you bringing that bag
Dont mention RichWolf, we don't play none of that
I went overseas just for a boat
Came back to the states to fuck on the hoes
Fucked around met Lil Yatchy on a yacht
Find the location meet him at his spot
No Velveeta spread the cheese with the gang like its parmesan, I'm havin' Johnny like Dang
Diamonds hit their face say dang, we not the same
They on the wrong side with the judge (huh)
I knew he was snitching we found out he 6ix9ine
6-9 bullets in his back
Give her to 6-9 rounds
Missing hella shots need the gang to rebound

Talkin' 'bout you spent 15 racks bring the receipt to the me
Girl, get out of your seat for me
Pull out them racks they be nice to me
Girl, I'm giving no sympathy
I'm just that nigga, get the cash for free
Girl, you know that I'm too petty
Can't talk about KY and Tunka, we got heat
Girl, it's really the money to me (mhm)
It's the dummy for me
Stand on my money, I'm tall like I'm Giannas
She's too rachet for me
It's the Patek for me
Put some ice on my neck, now it's 30 degrees
It's giving, come back and get in my bed-bed
She went to Yale she givin' me brain gave me head she smart-smart
Slide in the range with ski mask in the dark-dark (yea, yea)
Like woah, diamonds on my neck, and they floatin'
Pull that hoe back to me, you are a teather
Hold on, you know you really not bold
You not bold at all
Hold on, who put me up in this zone?
Fuck her all you want, she comin' back home
White girl just wanna meet Tyrone
Doggystyle she want to feel the bone

Diamonds (woah) dancin' (dancin') in New York, you got 'em (got 'em)
Ace of (ace of) Spades (skrr), Ace Hood ridin' Bugattis (yea)
We got (we got) 'Raris (blah), Audi R8, I got 'em (skrr)
Wearing (wearing) red (whole lotta), call me Playboi Carti
If shawty thick I might commit some sins
I really want her and like two of her friends
KY GORDON, KY GORDON, Tunka Wunka, what we gonna do man, we gon' hop in that Benz
Just 304s, we don't got no more friends
Two young kids finna make a new trend
Two young kids and we not trash bins
Feel like Wayne saying "what's brackin'"

(Yea, woo, yea woo)