Sync
Lyrics
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
She said that my dick too big and I'm causing pain
Baby so what
Baby so what
Baby tough it out, you gotta be my soldier
You gotta be my soldier
Gettin to the commas
I'm gettin to the commas yea
Gettin to the commas yea
I need more bread in my fuckin pockets
Like I'm, like I'm
Like I'm starvin for a meal, I need
More bread in my motherfuckin pockets
Like I'm starvin for a meal
Yea I'm starvin for a meal yea
I ain't eat in 3 days I need a meal yea
Up late nights gettin to the cash
Up late nights gettin to the bag
I gotta get to the cash to the paper lil bitch that's on god
That's on god (That's on god that's on god that's on god)
Shorty all up on her knees she prayin to me like I'm god
Oh my god (Oh my god oh my god oh my god)
Should've known he was broke, he really do fraud
Oh my god (Oh my god oh my god oh my god)
(Oh my god oh my-uh)
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
Yea I'm on the block the boulevard
Flippin
Flippin pack I'm flippin hard
Nigga what's good? What's really good?
I'm in the hood
In the hood
Like what's good? What's really good?
Yea what's good? What's really good?
Tell me what it
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
She said that my dick too big and I'm causing pain
Baby so what
Baby so what
Baby tough it out, you gotta be my soldier
You gotta be my soldier
Gettin to the commas
I'm gettin to the commas yea
Gettin to the commas yea
I need more bread in my fuckin pockets
Like I'm, like I'm
Like I'm starvin for a meal, I need
More bread in my motherfuckin pockets
Like I'm starvin for a meal
Yea I'm starvin for a meal yea
I ain't eat in 3 days I need a meal yea
Up late nights gettin to the cash
Up late nights gettin to the bag
I gotta get to the cash to the paper lil bitch that's on god
That's on god (That's on god that's on god that's on god)
Shorty all up on her knees she prayin to me like I'm god
Oh my god (Oh my god oh my god oh my god)
Should've known he was broke, he really do fraud
Oh my god (Oh my god oh my god oh my god)
(Oh my god oh my-uh)
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
Yea I'm on the block the boulevard
Flippin
Flippin pack I'm flippin hard
Nigga what's good? What's really good?
I'm in the hood
In the hood
Like what's good? What's really good?
Yea what's good? What's really good?
Tell me what it
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
You know what it is and what it ain't
Diamonds on my neck and wrist wetter than a sink
She gone gimmie her mind, gimmie what she think
That mean that she gimmie neck, she gone gimmie brain
Writer(s): Jovanni Chassagne
Copyright(s): Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
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