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Dive in, This my diamond jawn Yves saint laurent She say she love my tone, UGH sing along Damn dont call my phone, I gotta call my hoe And pop a 4, Yeah Momma know, Imma have to get it gone Now my pockets got fat, So my money long You gotta drive slow, If he talkin drive fast We dont wanna have a problem, We gonna step on the gas Imma treat it like a tennis court and hit that shit back I was dripping in some shit, You really wish that you had We was swimming in this whip And damn, Bitch that shit fast She was stripping in the club And damn, Bitch that shit fat You living average Which one I want, Which car I want Which bitch I want, Which diamond drum This a car lot, I need my pockets fed, And this shit weigh a ton Dive in, This my diamond jawn Yves saint laurent She say she love my tone, UGH sing along Damn dont call my phone, I gotta call my hoe And pop a 4, Yeah Momma know, Imma have to get it gone Now my pockets got fat, So my money long You gotta drive slow, If he talkin drive fast We dont wanna have a problem, We gonna step on the gas
Writer(s): Louis Esposito, Javier Mercado, Danny Lee Jr. Snodgrass, Spencer Allen Mott, Justin Viera, Dean Shamailov Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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