Diana

Nyge, Lancey Foux

Lots of ice in my ice in my It's the Fume, it's the Fume Lots of ice in my (it sounds like Nyge) I came, I saw, I paused I held my corner in the stance She shake, she saw you spending all your cash Just to watch Diana dance It's your bitch, it's your bird I'm concerned She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance I'm addicted to paper cuts Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed Charmed Ayy, I stack the paper no time for a hater Me and Lancey smoking flavours Me and Fume might go Jamaica Tom Ford on my fragrance Tom Ford on my fragrance Getting money with my day ones Getting money with my day ones Yo, AJ, cool, I got this uh, yeah Petite watches uh, yeah You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn My gyal boujee and stubborn And my niggas trap hard While you're clubbing Brown ting, fill it with dum dums ooh, ooh Hop in the coupe, baby get up and she scoop Truth, this ammi for fifty for you I been up all of the trap Every morning, text all of the cats From you lot running it back 28 bullets I count in the strap yeah It sounds like that it flies, you catch I'm signing max nigga, devise your plan If the figures look correct We're shaking hands yung Fume on the phone Barcelona, smoking dope I'm in the ends, revising notes Literally revising sterling notes I'm dropping Os since not hitting the post I'm missing Saddam, I won't die in a hole Fee Gonzales merge on the call My guy are real and you niggas are boring I'm a perfect picture but I'm painted in chalk I'm selling everything from dope to divorce I get the and I sell it for more I get a likkle man and send him on tour Put him in a whip, speed race Slow the mixes like a DJ I've got women on relay Do reverse, do replay I'll fuck your bitch in the Hamptons Out in Dubai getting pampered Buss the Henny, buss the champers And put Versace on my mattress I've got the keys, DJ Khaled I've got the chickens, not Dallas My brudda's froze his wrist, ayy I got the potent piff, ayy Fill it and load it with clips I don't even pose for pics I might just bone your bitch Do it on my show, then dip, ayy That's my little hoe, she thick Fucking her throat, don't kiss it Shots at your skull, won't miss it, ayy Stack it and count the digit's I came, I saw, I paused I held my corner in the stance She shake, she saw you spending all your cash Just to watch Diana dance It's your bitch, it's your bird I'm concerned She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance I'm addicted to paper cuts Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed Charmed I came, I saw, I paused I held my corner in the stance She shake, she saw you spending all your cash Just to watch Diana dance It's your bitch, it's your bird I'm concerned She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance I'm addicted to paper cuts Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed Charmed

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