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Diamonds Never Die
Rick Ross
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Yeah, yeah
Maybach Music, I know they see me
Champagne poppin', good weed gettin' blown
Forever keep it G like a P with them hoes
Stars in the ceilin', watch a real nigga glow
No diamonds in the watch, but it still cost a rose
Oh (Rickey Smiley), oh (Go Star), yeah
I know they don't like it
Humble beginnings but I never been frugal at all
Standin' in my closet, look like you been through a mall
I could never talk about what we did in the dark
'Cause the feds might wanna rush and just send in they dogs
And it's never been too many that did it like boss
I might see a car today and go get it tomorrow
Reminiscin' to God, Wizard of Oz
Far from premonition, this vision of ours
Mama kitchen was amazin', I did it a lot
Cocaine and made it up to makin' her sit in the pot
Fuck a rental house, let me spend a thousand
You a pretty bitch, then that ass hit astoundin'
Writin' I'm at my peak, writin' it as I speak
Diamonds'll never die, that's why your bitch still in my sheets
Convertible Phantom leavin' the haters like, "Sheesh"
Fuck a NDA, I let her just move as she please
It should be a crime how I make it look
This good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch it fall
Oh, yeah
I know they don't like it
Yeah, snipers don't die, we multiply and live forever
Me and my brothers stay fly, don't need to split bread together, ayy
Ball greasy, came through talkin' greasy, sound elegant
Raw sky, the way a partner nigga rely on etiquette
Big boss shit, confident, yeah, so effortless
Man, I inspire dudes that life on my chariot
How I tell this shit from my perspective on the bestest shit
That South Florida flexin' defensiveness with the recklessness
Early corner nigga ran up check, we got some section shit
Let 'em go back broke, countin' that, I'm havin' seven bitches
Ridin' they bad boys, money good
Hot nigga out the hood make it look good as good
Miami Vice, son, I'm on my player shit
Ain't nothin' I hate more than a fuckin' hater bitch
You can look (You can look), but don't stare
I know them niggas don't like it, why the hell should I care?
It should be a crime how I make it look
This good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch it fall
Oh, yeah
I know they don't like it
I'm out for presidents to represent me
We the niggas with them fifty cars parked in the street
I just nod at the doorman and don't even speak
Who you with? How you comin'? Nigga, we hunnid deep
Bossed out the yacht at Tiki for the fish
It ain't trickin' if you got it, that's a myth
Baby, try not to get your lip gloss on the spliff
Puff, puff, pass, baby, when you take a hit
If you need it, baby, I ain't with the back and forth
Good head, good ass really open doors
We goin' shoppin', baby, yeah, of course
You deserve it and you damn sure worth it
I'm into buyin' purses
It should be a crime how I make it look
This good when I put it on (I put it on)
You can look, but don't you touch, watch it fall
Oh, yeah
I know they don't like it