[Verse 1:]
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Step through the door she peeking
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I need the girl she eyein'
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She want me I know it
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My neck look like it's snowin'
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I'm a lonestar like Texas
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She on my dick like magnums
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Gold wrappas little sonny
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Yellow diamonds on my chain make my neck look sunny
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Never bun b vans on my feet
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Tiny toon tickles shine bright see the teeth
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Got cheese gotta watch out for rats
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I'm bigger than the mice so I keep the mouse traps
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A lot of snakes in my hood gotta keep a low grass
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Nicknamed "Jeff" 'cause I'm known for killin' tracks
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Bass wood (bass wood) punk rock (punk rock)
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Ice so right all you gotta do is stop
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[Chorus: x2]
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Diamonds they gleamin' I'm icey they cheesin' (hey)
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bitch I'm shinin' (somebody's watchin' me)
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bitch I'm shinin'
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[Verse 2:]
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Diamonds on neck (neck), diamonds on my watch piece
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Gleam watch the gleam rock game caranthang
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Girls say D "Why are you lookin' so cold?"
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I don't know but the carats in my neck look froze
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Like mess toe do's get on my hype
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Gotta have nice toes to get on my bike
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That bitch big ass and the cast look right
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Fresh, fresh everyday makes my belt look tight
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Don't play no games when I'm in the club
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All my niggas get back and they're rollin' up dubs
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Get hit with the chopper you're back to the rug
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See me off for when I should've lean
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Homies fuck her, watch me should've lean
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Young nigga got ice and I'm feelin' so fresh
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Niggas gettin' money and we all fillin' checks
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My niggas gettin' money and we all fillin' checks (hey)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 3:]
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2, 800 I'm a crack street stunner
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Diamonds shinin' blue like thunder
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Pops see the ice pop give me the number
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Brisk color or piss I'm stuntin' in dis bitch (bitch)
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Red ice, green ice, she's on my dick
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Yellow stones in my ear, baby, I got tips
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Rippers hit my sidekick she's fiendin' for that stunners stick
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My prick, my wrist, she love that shit
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And I'm single handcuff you bitch
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She like I'm icey my vans on no Nike's
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I'm about dollars and I'm even about cents
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You're tripping off a bitch, you ain't even makin' sense
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I'm ridin' down the strip I'm puffing purple shit
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And I'm thinkin' how to get a hundred thousand out a bitch (yeah)
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[Chorus x2]
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[Verse 4:]
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Yeah, a bitch I'm shinin'
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Visible set vvs white diamonds
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Yea so what you know about this
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One key on my keyboard look like piss
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Can't see no gold on the mold
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Just ice so I talk kinda cold
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Fake stones on a girl that's nasty
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Diamonds touch you, shit don't ask me
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Fresh off the plane from the ATL
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Mixin' my album and my shit's gonna sell
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I'd keep it on the low but you're bitch gonna tell
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All my niggas rock ice and we shine real well
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Bitch and I'm gonna raise hell
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Gotta jug you, nigga, for I drop this mail
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Watch it rain on a bop watch her shake that tail I'm a stunner
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Nigga (a stunner nigga)
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I'm Shinin'
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