Paroles de Diamonds exposed

Paul Wall

pochette album Diamonds exposed
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(feat. chamillionaire & lil keke)

(paul wall talking)
I'm comin down
I'm bangin screw
Lookin good
Feelin good

(chorus)
You know i'ma crawl slow/
Popped up sittin on my swangas & 4's/
Jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
I'ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
So when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/

(verse 1.paul wall)
Well it's that grain gripper that hold the throne, i'm straight up outta dat third coast/
I split cigars, and pour the bars so pop tha seal let's take a toast/
I stunt the most, i'm still holdin, my paint wet, and the streets soakin/
I'm runnin diamonds like james loney with the top down & windows open/
Posted up just like durant on south lee with big mix/
My partner black got 2 chicks thats turning tricks & work for tips/
Stayin' licks since i was six with ice grill and diamond lips/
So boy im about to pull out my wrist, now watch your step, my paint drips/
I'm dueced up in seirra mist, my bass loud, and i'm crawlin' slow/
I'm draped up, yea that's fasho them karot stones they make me glow/
I'm slamin do's, and i'm sitting low and i been in the game since '94/
I'm gettin dough, my pockets fat, in all black, just like the crow/
Where tha hoe's? where that drank? where tha money? i need that bank/
Come up off a that cash my dogg, i'm bout that bread, you think i ain't?/
I'm a country boy from south texas better known as the land of the trill/
I'm tippin 4's, and i'm flippin' hoe's and i'm comin down wit woman and grills/

(chorus)
You know i'ma crawl slow/
Popped up sittin on my swangas & 4's/
Jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
I'ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
So when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/

(verse 2.chamillionaire)
Chamillitary mayne!

Takin pics with this model chick and she lookin thick, said she from atlanta/
Tellin' me that she love my talk, and she live in texas and love the grammer/
Tellin me she bangin' screw and she need a pic of my on the camera/
Whole crew say that broad bad so i looked at them and said "go on and have her"/
Uh, playa don't have to talk, look at my chain and ask the cost/
Diamonds on my neck yea that's a house, soon as i'm done might pass her off/
Red over seal; yea that's the south, blue over seal; yea that's the north/
Ac blow yea that's my frost, all of that smoke yea that's exhaust/
In my i-m-p-a-l-a impala, i am a p-l-ay-a and balla/
I drop her off and say call you tomorrow, she callin me back askin me how come i aint call her/
Cuz i'm chasin my paper still and you know how jealous my paper get/
You know i'm attached to my paper, tryin' to hold it down like a paper clip/
Pimp c had told me if you see the chick then go take the chick/
And if you a playa you'll get chose and these other boys can go pay for it/

(chorus)
You know i'ma crawl slow/
Popped up sittin on my swangas & 4's/
Jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
I'ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
So when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/

(verse 3.lil keke)
Dirty south stand up
H-town's finest
Don ke

Ey, i ride big and i shine bright, i'm lookin good and my swag right/
My paint wet and my slab tight, my chain gold and my diamonds white/
I'm don ke and this h-town, them playas chose and them haters mad/
I'm screwed up and i'm underground, i'm still trill like, bun & chad/
Gucci shades with them new lens, crawlin slow in my blue benz/
Comin through with this bad broad, me, her, and her two friends/
Haters lookin, i still ball, 26's; they real tall/
My grill did, my rocks big, my screens on, my top fall/
Popped up with them 4's on, 21 but she still grown/
I let her ride and get inside, cuz "i'm a g" was her ringtone/
Hit the stage with my diamonds out, they don't know what my shine bout/
Dirty south my grind spot, boys hatin' but im still hot/
So clean in this dirty game, still a legend with plenty fame/
My ice nice like paul and cham, pay attention it color change/
Tf records & swisha house, chamillitary & suc/
Ask the streets i'm still the best, this whole state it belong to ke/

(chorus)
You know i'ma crawl slow/
Popped up sittin on my swangas & vogues/
Jockin all hatas with my gucci shades on/
I'ma stay playa, you know playas get chose/
So when i come through i got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/
I'm comin down, crawlin slow/
I got my diamonds exposed/

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