Andre Nickatina

Andre Nickatina - A Diamond lyrics

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Everything is crisscross patterns turn

Mine on snap when the indo burn

I’m livin wreckless.  My killa cross over in the (?) 

Pushin coke from Fillmore to the projects in Texas

Austin, Bitch yous a hoe what you callin

Smokin indo like a fat rat, Chewy like a Charleston

Charleston chewy no sambooy

Motherf**ker what you do like Scooby Doo

Nigga, I see you

I don’t trust my lawyer but nigga I’ll sue you

I’m a diamond in the ruff

I got you with my pistol (?) and nigga yous f**ked

I’m lookin like a gentleman clean, cut, and handsome

But thinkin like an inmate with life up in Folsom

Stuck up in the game like a suction cup

Don’t ask me for shit cuz I’m stingy as f**k

My cocaine style got you fiendin for more

Cuz standin in your presence is a real drug lord

My bread; I can’t get enough of that cash

So when you talkin about mine motherf**ker don’t laugh

I’m serious.  Your bread’ll disappear in the night

From Oakland to L.A. a raider fan for life

Fours waggin you’re laggin.  Engine in the back

The queen of the streets yeah bitches still crack

Mind state; but niggas it may be too late

Cuz niggas need a joint just to concentrate

I need money miss me with a muthaf**kin pool

Nigga I’m comin like a swiss malt liquor

Pool fin to rap with my pearl-tipped razor

Watch me blow up like a dope dealer’s pager

Bitch don’t play you’ll get read like a chart

And if you wanna f**k a nigga you’ll get rode like bart

So muthaf**ker check the ????? alpine

????? the sign that f**ked your mind

With a vengeance niggas run like welches in a kitchen

Mothuf**ka listen to my mercenary mission

Nigga pain, pain, pain

f**k these records and this motherf**kin fame

I stay awake like an owl, muthaf**ka, HOO!

Hoes around the way smokin indo too

My cocaine raps they can’t get enough

Mr. Jim Jones I’m a diamond in the ruff

Get with me.  Feelin fifty

But I don’t think you motherf**kers hear me; nigga

pop pop pop motherf**ker drop x3

pop pop motherf**ker you better drop

pop pop pop motherf**ker drop x3

pop pop mother f**ker you better drop

Murdera, murdera, murdera... STOP.
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Language: English

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