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Cob know he go crazy Q-R-N It been too much on my mind, really too much on my mind I'm gon' shine, like a diamond in the dark, huh Be careful how you ride, I got that iron, look at that cop car Wokhard, be swervin' through the night can't put this cup down I keep a shooter on my right, we let it fly, we blow your block down Any weather, I be on the back street servin' Fendi sweater, Mike Amiri hold my Glock-30 Plenty stretchers, boy you know my mob straight murder Plenty cheddar, got so much of guap I'm nervous Right now I'm beefin' wit' my bitch and her momma got me super mad XD wit' the stick, just popped a xan I feel like Superman I can send a blitz like, oh eat shit, from out a mini-van I can send a hit, I'm super rich like all on Instagram Too many doors been kicked, somebody snitch I think they in the fam Just jumped from out the whip, put [/] out in one minute man I think I popped too many pills, thats on the real and I don't give a damn Lil shorty bangin' crip but she all red, I think she need a tan Empty out the clip, my youngin' thuggin' for the mother land I told Jakiyah Ima dip cause I'm too trill, I'm not your other man I keep that fire on my hip, I love to walk around wit' blue rubber bands Time to retire from the field cause I done got in too much trouble man Letras de cancionesI'm gon' shine, like a diamond in the dark, huh Be careful how you ride, I got that iron, look at that cop car Wokhard, be swervin' through the night can't put this cup down I keep a shooter on my right, we let it fly, we blow your block down Any weather, I be on the back street servin' Fendi sweater, Mike Amiri hold my Glock-30 Plenty stretchers, boy you know my mob straight murder Plenty cheddar, got so much of guap I'm nervous I blocked your Twitter and your Gram Matter fact I blocked your phone number and your spam I'm beefin wit' Jakirah, that's your sister I don't care But Ima still give you some skrilla just to go and get your nails Girl you know that Ima kill 'em if I catch a nigga near you Soap mixed wit' vanilla, bae that's how that pussy smell I'm comin' over in a little just so I can see your hair I post you on my insta just so I can show the world We broke up for a minute but you know you still my girl I wanna send you out to Linux for some MCM and pearls I hope that I'm your only MCM throughout this fuckin' year Love when you wake me up at 3pm to bounce all on my tip But on the real you play too much and I'm gon' shine, like a diamond in the dark, huh Be careful how you ride, I got that iron, look at that cop car Wokhard, be swervin' through the night can't put this cup down I keep a shooter on my right, we let it fly, we blow your block down Any weather, I be on the back street servin' Fendi sweater, Mike Amiri hold my Glock-30 Plenty stretchers, boy you know my mob straight murder Plenty cheddar, got so much of guap I'm nervous From Letras Mania