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Chief Keef - Diamonds (Feat. French Montana) [Finally Rich (Deluxe Edition)] [HQ]
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chief Keef
Chief Keef
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keith Cozart
Keith Cozart
Songwriter
Karim Kharbouch
Karim Kharbouch
Songwriter
Young Chop
Young Chop
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Young Chop
Young Chop
Producer
Alex Ortiz
Alex Ortiz
Recording Engineer
Chris Bellman
Chris Bellman
Mastering Engineer
Chris Cheney
Chris Cheney
Recording Engineer
James Hunt
James Hunt
Engineer

Lyrics

Young Chop on the beat We're next, we're next, sheesh O-Block Bang Bang, bang I swear my diamonds are so blinding please Don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist) In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take Your bitch (take your bitch) That boy jewelry looking blurry like Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit) They say I ain't getting money well Who told them that shit (told them that shit) Ok your bitch she like my diamonds And the cars that I ride (car that I ride) Or she might just like my style or its The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me) I don't know but she gone go cause My pockets on swole (pockets on swole) I just walk up in the mall then I buy The whole store (buy the whole store) I know my diamonds looking blinding Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist) My young niggas shoot your face If you think about taking my shit (taking my shit) 10k for my ears, 20k for my wrist (20k for my wrist) You ain't fucking me for free Bitch 20k for my dick (20k for my dick) Catch you slipping Scottie Pippen one Phone call and you hit (call and you hit) I just get these bitches numbers I don't call I forget (call I forget) And I'm riding in them foreigns I'mma ride on St. Lawrence (St. Lawrence) I'mma ride on brick squad catch a nigga I'm scoring (catch a nigga I'm scoring) I swear my diamonds are so blinding Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist) In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your bitch (take your bitch) That boy jewelry looking blurry like Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit) They say I ain't getting money well Who told them that shit (told them that shit) Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and The cars that I ride (car that I ride) Or she might just like my style or its The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me) I don't know but she gone go cause My pockets on swole (pockets on swole) I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store (buy the whole store) Them people calling, right back to balling You got a bad batch to much bakin' on it Right back on the stove, right back to them shows Right back to my bitches, your advance is my clothes I'm whipping it (whippin it), I triple it (triple it) Shorty pop a molly then she wiggle it (wiggle it) Putting orders, You telling stories (stories) Casino life hard rock nigga put in all this I swear my diamonds are so blinding Please don't look at my wrist (look at my wrist) In one blink of an eye, I bet I can take your bitch (take your bitch) That boy jewelry looking blurry like Who sold him that shit (sold him that shit) They say I ain't getting money well Who told them that shit (told them that shit) Ok your bitch she like my diamonds and The cars that I ride (car that I ride) Or she might just like my style or its The squad that's behind me (squad that's behind me) I don't know but she gone go cause My pockets on swole (pockets on swole) I just walk up in the mall then I buy the whole store (buy the whole store)
Writer(s): Karim Kharbouch, Keith Cozart, Tyree Pittman Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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