Wrist

Satara Rosa, Jazzy

I say, I say diamonds on my wrist (yeh)
Diamonds on my
On my wrist yeah

Diamonds on my wrist
Got a bitch here
And a couple for my team

No, we don't share
Less we gotta chop it then we split
She a polo bear

Yeah, she like the icing on the tip
Yeah, she like the icing on the tip

Nigga been ghost for a long time
Making a track then I'm gon'
Making impeccable songs
Imagine me back on the throne

Not to be rude but I know it's mine
Making rappers sit on their tongue
Yes I'm the shit, I'm the sun
She wanna bitch for a son

Taking a sip and gon'
We never need no alarms
Don't sleep on the boi
Leave you dreaming like you lean in a void
Love, peace and avoid

Pass weed, then we pray to the lord
Digress with a mission, I'm reaching a fork (on guard)
Yeah, I'll end up saving you all
I'll be fine with just an applause
Don't need diamonds, need an award

Me, I'm looking like
A ten or above like
I came from above
Angelica why you wanna break him now?

Why you wanna beak his heart?
Bad one, I can never be number 2
Gemini double trouble, yes she, by two
Boy I can't even love you by non

Lay the pipe, then it go
Bye-bye to you
I got no time for a boy now
Gotta get paid now
Rack ain't even, go stack up themselves now

Gotta get paid now
Mpatla can't pay for itself
Gotta get rack now
Run me my cheque now
Run me my paper

On my wrist, yeah
Diamonds on my wrist
Got a bitch here
And a couple for my team

No, we don't share
Less we gotta chop it then we split
She a polo bear

Yeah she like the icing on the tip
Yeah she like the icing on the tip
Yeh!

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