Paroles Woah woah Dj Mustard

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Tony Montana, white diamonds on my wrist and neck
I was just controllin' the way y'all niggas was trollin'
Led her to my opps, stab you up, and now you bed head
I went doctor on that bitch, now she sexy
I put a new nug on her face and her chest, chest
I put a chain on a bitch, now her neck wet
You can call her pawn
Mermaid, her hair way too long
Yeah, I just take X-y, shawty was takin Percocet, yeah
You was tryna fuck' the bitch, and I was tryna get the neck (Woo)
I was tryna keep it crucial with you on some project shit (Ayy)
You was tryna keep it boujee with her now you never hit
Yeah, this my anniversary, I had my chopper six years
Rose gold Vista (Ayy), got the temper rear (Ayy), rear (Ayy, ayy)
Blicky, blicky (Ayy), real, real, diamonds give me chills (Ayy)
Steve Harvey, Benz red, real solid kill (Ayy)

Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy)
Clyde Christien, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah, woah (Woah)
When I get to fuckin', I'ma bill her woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Hopes and the dreams, what was soul, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em all, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)

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Bad little nigga
Space coupe, panoramic glass in the middle
Jewelry box lookin' like a bag full of Skittles
Underdog, but that bag done got bigger
Under all the house, none of my cars are a rental
Room for her and her friends, I pay for all their incidentals
Hope you comprehend, I do my songs without a pencil
She wanna fuck again, I look for time in my agenda
Iced out cash in my denim
And I'm strapped but I hit 'em
I can't be a victim, nah, I can't beat the system
And I always put it on, Gucci all my linens
Know some niggas did me a wrong, I never forgive 'em
Me and my whole crew is large, and you niggas little
Effin' in that mini car, Benz don't need a hitta
I stay how I smoke a 'gar, then weed in my liver
Young nigga, I beg your pardon, forever drippin'

Dennis Rodman, diamonds all colors, woah, woah (Ayy)
Clyde Christien, all designer colors, woah, woah (Woah)
I've been mad shoppin' in a Sprinter, woah (Woah)
When I get to fuckin', I'ma bill her woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I'ma put a ring on her toe, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Hopes and the dreams, what was soul, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
Diamonds of Atlanta, I left 'em all, woah, woah (Woah, woah)
I've been gettin' supported since the stove, woah, woah (Ayy)

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