Diamond Eyez Lyrics

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VDV, got it

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And that bitch got diamond eyes

And the way that she look, is she fine

And she call my phone, never decline

And what she got on, this shit fire

And I told her to take her shit off

It's what it's like fucking with bosses

And she look at her lips, it be glossy

And she asking me how I got money

Twelve hundred dollars on a fit

I'd rather spend it on my bitch

I'd rather take it out to eat

But shit, the main course is me

I've been working on myself lately

Wondering who the fuck I would be

If one day I didn't do me

If I listened to what they could see

And they just told me that I can't do it

But I know it's a part of me, being me

I just be dealing with it, I don't care no more

I felt this way since I was three

My best friend died for having this heat

So when I go out, I never have heat

Twenty years old, gotta feed your family

Keep sending these beats

My main man a shooter and he keep the heat

And he feel like mellow cause his pockets deep

I come up in J, let's go to the C

Escape from everyone that doubted me

Escape from all these people in poverty

I love my money more than I love her skin

But this one different, I can feel the wind

Where is you going, baby, you my twin

Blonde, green eyes, call my bitch Jae

But I know she gon' be there until the end

I don't need money if I got you, yeah

Fuck it, baby, send, fuck it

Baby, can't take a lil' sip

Mixin' the codeine up, medicine

It don't be good for me, but I still do it

Still mixing codeine, high-tech coolant

Every time I get comfy, bitches go

I got these groupie hoes tryna get me throat

Telling me, Deem, yeah, I love your music

Tell that baby, just go

Beautiful girls, they be in the fashion

That's the way I go

Maybe we could sit down, baby, smoke

But don't get your hopes up

Cause I don't really settle down, I do shows

I got these pretty girls coming to my shows

Only thing they tryna do is just blow

Remember the days I was slinging that dough

I wanna be happy, but I just lost hope

Never again, I would trust no ho

You not doing better than me, let me show it

Texting my phone, get the fuck off my phone

You a ex for a reason, baby

Get the fuck off my phone

I already told you that I let you go

Can't get me back, baby, I just grown

I see you go around, you ain't nothing but a ho

And she text my phone, like, bro

And she tell me she proud of me, let's go

On, God, I'll take this bitch to all my shows

On, God, I'll let this bitch steal my whole flow

On, God, I'll let this bitch up in my flow

On, God, her knees stay up on the floor

She put her hair up and I just say no

I'ma show you how life goes