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Diamonds (remix) (Chopped & Screwed)
Slim Thug
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That blue train through the turnin' lanes, sittin' on butter
That blue train through the turnin' lanes, sittin' on butter
Rain while I bang, trunk stutter
Diamond fine frame, shotgun, I'm a cutter
Bossman and Snowman gon' forever keep it gutter
This is for the G's, and this is for the hustlers
Out there on the grind, tryin' to satisfy the customers
Rain, sleet, or snow, go get that money
'Til your stash full of cash, you can't fit that money
Block H, trap A, or the A
Ain't no time to play, go get your pay
Shinin' boys in the front, chrome grill
Hand on the steel, diamond on the wood grill
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Diamonds pressin' up
Diamonds pressin' up
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Snowman, bitch, need I say more?
Get done with these, look, I got twenty more
Still got blow money, 'cause nigga, I know money
And now I'm on the road, gettin' fifty a show money
Sittin' on white bricks, wrapped in duct tape
Thirty minutes flat, I can bake a whole cake
Pocket full of stacks, safe full of blocks
Vimic came through, look at the stones on the rocks
Iced out belt buckle, they never had a chance
Dropped sixty grand just to hold up my pants
Still got the Chevy with the grip on the Lambo
Twelve karats in my ears just to show 'em what I stand for
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Diamonds pressin' up
Diamonds pressin' up
Diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
I got the diamonds pressin' up against the woodgrain wheel
Tippin', sittin' sideways off in my Deville
Lane switchin', but it's grain pendin'
Aim on a set of swangs with the brains missin'
Badge on my neck, and killers not a deputy
I'm a Boss Hogg Outlaw, I gotta rep it, G
And like a gold-diggin' bitch, I'm about dough
If I quit rappin', I'ma get to trappin' with the Snowman
I'm on the block, 'cause frogskins make a nigga hop
I'm on the Ave., gettin' it in with that country crock
That gutter butter, that's why I got a fat knot
I was taught by them G's how to get gwop
Like some tumbleweed, we stay in the wind
Chokin' bubble yum, ridin' candy with Slim
Choppin' deuce McCalisters, you know, twenty-sixes
Got stupid flow, plus the hustle game ridiculous