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DEEZY DIVMONDS 3
7
Hip-Hop/Rap
DEEZY DIVMONDS 3 was released on February 15, 2025 by Otaku Underworld, GYB as a part of the album DEEZY DIVMONDS
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Release DateFebruary 15, 2025
LabelOtaku Underworld, GYB
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM74

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Blvkdivmonds
Blvkdivmonds
Rap
Delta Deez
Delta Deez
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dylan Goodinson
Dylan Goodinson
Songwriter
Ryan W Francis
Ryan W Francis
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sickbeatprince
Sickbeatprince
Producer

Lyrics

OK, um, look, look
Flow hotter than top tier
Way I hit and disappear she call me David Copperfield
Only tech we cop is drums, won't never catch me dropping seal
Lays all on his face like Nelly Bad that it get hot in here
Huh, huh, huh, huh
Hara-hara, I can't decide
So I told him block the slide
We got blicks like called a ten
Bitch, that's nine's and forty five's
TikTok got them gas
Might have to turn them to a story time
His parents gon' be orifice
Blue flame, bitch, I'm mortified
Ask them leagues, that's borderlines
All blue bills are fold the line
Two touch, y'all close the line
Demons come my war with mine
Your clique got beef, I tote them mine
Can't get no free from us
We pop out, kick that door inside
Really goes, she dress nice, I peel it off
I did all this here with not much got and still been get it all
Muzan - I don't miss at all, she gon' let me touch it, I'mma knock out her Vicky draw
Make shit that do piss me off
Heard this off, I might go down
There back in blood, I paint the town
Were laid up boredom in his spot
He left alive, but he was founded
My low ain't updating years
That's how the fuck long I've been out
And they've been tired of me like self
And they've been tired of me since
OK, lil' baby, all I'm asking is
Poke it out and throw it back a bit
Your man said he known for crashing out
But we know that's cap like he graduate
Beat her back, you sound like mac and cheese
Sunlight vacuum is immaculate
Paint her walls like I was tagging it
Now she got a best friend tagging it
'Cause I know wish roll wagon shit
My window needs a black in it
'Cause I'm gon' smoke the doors off the bitch
Had bust air type vacuuming
I was twenty one directions
Smoke all day and probably trapping
So much brodie turn to ten void
They was on swipe just to bask in it
I was not even, not literally, fuck toosie
New balance, I'm standing on hoopies
Big joking, got a few rubies
Name ring out through the house like Coochie
In my back like heart of Valency
We done shout up in the search, came up empty
Hit him up, and it's all complimentary
Still move like Rock Lee off the uh
Still move like Rock Lee off the head
Bitch, bane in the field, spill blood in the trenches
Long ass stick with a scope and extended
That's dots in the barrels, that's autocorrection
This song for the rest, it's
Name the star from the heartless intended
Raise the alarm with your bum where they resting
All they can take was the posse they left with
Do rah-rah, had to harm them with weapon
Two side eyes, gun tucked to recieve
Do one more awe, this arsenal level
There's bird's eye view, none fuck with the ego
Y'all so gassed in the head
One poke, one touch, one pluck is bust through the ego
We got birth like death to the sequel
We wave text unless you can eat those
Written by: Dylan Goodinson, Ryan W Francis
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