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Diamonds dancin' 'round my baby, hoe
Took my baby out to Mexico
Took the trip in a Mercedes, hoe
Choppas dancin' I'm make 'em blow
Tell me baby, what do you know about me?
Do a hundred on the freeway, Kawasaki
I, I got a bag, now I got hoes around me
But trust me, they ain't ridin' 'round the rodeo
Hold on
Huh?
I got bitches on bank
I got bitches on call
I might call you tomorrow
We could drop a milli' at the mall
Bought my bitch a new Birkin bag, she gon' fill it with all of her draws
Move that ass like one, two
I'ma only give you work if you want to
Shots back like one, two
I'm bout' the gas, make him burn like a blunt too
Ks all on me
(I'm bout' the bag, finna work 'til I'm scot-free)
Choppa on me, only work automatic
Choppa on me, only work with the static
Huh?
Knew it was her when we locked eyes, I found that bitch in the back of a Popeyes
She said, "Baby, don't die!"
Focus on givin' this head, you gon' lockjaw
We gon' blam out the choppa
Shoot at his head, make his man do bachata
Make the K flock, dread down just like a rasta
Rollie presidential like Obama
Huh?
Huh?
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Diamonds dancin' 'round my baby, hoe
Took my baby out to Mexico
Took the trip in a Mercedes, hoe
Choppas dancin' I'm make 'em blow
Tell me baby, what do you know about me?
Do a hundred on the freeway, Kawasaki
I, I got a bag, now I got hoes around me
But trust me, they ain't ridin' 'round the rodeo
Hold on
Huh?
I got bitches on bank
I got bitches on call
I might call you tomorrow
We could drop a milli' at the mall
Bought my bitch a new Birkin bag, she gon' fill it with all of her draws
Move that ass like one, two
I'ma only give you work if you want to
Shots back like one, two
I'm bout' the gas, make him burn like a blunt too
Ks all on me
(I'm bout' the bag, finna work 'til I'm scot-free)
Choppa on me, only work automatic
Choppa on me, only work with the static
Huh?
Knew it was her when we locked eyes, I found that bitch in the back of a Popeyes
She said, "Baby, don't die!"
Focus on givin' this head, you gon' lockjaw
We gon' blam out the choppa
Shoot at his head, make his man do bachata
Make the K flock, dread down just like a rasta
Rollie presidential like Obama
Huh?
Huh?
Diamonds dancin' 'round my baby, hoe
Took my baby out to Mexico
Took the trip in a Mercedes, hoe
Choppas dancin' I'm make 'em blow
Tell me baby, what do you know about me?
Do a hundred on the freeway, Kawasaki
I, I got a bag, now I got hoes around me
But trust me, they ain't ridin' 'round the rodeo
Hold on
Huh?
I got bitches on bank
I got bitches on call
I might call you tomorrow
We could drop a milli' at the mall
Bought my bitch a new Birkin bag, she gon' fill it with all of her draws
Move that ass like one, two
I'ma only give you work if you want to
Shots back like one, two
I'm bout' the gas, make him burn like a blunt too
Ks all on me
(I'm bout' the bag, finna work 'til I'm scot-free)
Choppa on me, only work automatic
Choppa on me, only work with the static
Huh?
Knew it was her when we locked eyes, I found that bitch in the back of a Popeyes
She said, "Baby, don't die!"
Focus on givin' this head, you gon' lockjaw
We gon' blam out the choppa
Shoot at his head, make his man do bachata
Make the K flock, dread down just like a rasta
Rollie presidential like Obama
Huh?
Huh?
Writer: Jonathan Z
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid