my piece of Diamond diamonds in my piece of chain Diamonds in my piece of Diamonds diamonds in my piece of chain Diamonds in my piece of Diamond diamonds
Good gifts of love Good gifts you hand me down From your first touch To my wedding gown Do you even know What you've given me? Do you even see That you
ring I like a woman gettin hers cause that's better then her tryna come up off mine I can't let her [Chorus - Bun B sampled] Go on and let a nigga peak
a Texas thing Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta keep it trill I told Johnny, Bow Wow want that ice in his grill Ghea, you know like Bun B, I gotta
libs] This ya boy Yo Gotti Street Tunes Productions We gon' ask everybody to stand up on this one D Boys, this a gangsta party Bun B, Eightball and this
That smoke will have you coughin all your shit up, Im in my everyday get up Black tee, levis, jordans, and them diamonds that stay lit up, You wanna be like Bun
out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Draped up and dripped out, know what I'm talkin' 'bout? Well, it's big Bun B now, baby, Mr.Woodgrain With diamonds
Candy Apple Flip-Flop Got them boppers dripped out cause my drop tip top Purple Cup, Screw Us Up, that's what keep the streets hot Don King, Bun B,
Alright, alright It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Phizzle, Phizzle, Phizzle It's Bun B and Jazze Phizzle, Phizzle Bun B, UGK sho
there Dang, you pop this trunk Bang down this block (Play-Play-Play-Play-Play-N-Skillz) Beat 'em down right quick mayne [Chorus - Play-N-Skillz (Bun B
singer, real story teller Real gangsta, a true veteran of the bid'ness Y'all show him some love, talk to 'em Bun [Bun B] Thank y'all for comin to see
We some southern OG's, Trill recognize Trill All my hustlers keep quiet and my dealers don't slip Money speaks for itself so we ain't gotta say shit Bun B
, heavy, so heavy in the trunk Heavy, heavy, so heavy in the trunk [Bun B:] It's that underground King, I'm keepin' it trill I got the diamonds sittin
s where a nigga ride, in the south You taste a nigga dick, every time you shove ya tongue in her mouth Ya weak bitch! [Hook] [Verse 2: Bun B] Say man
so much I couldve been my own employer Imma die a dope boy, always been a hustla, Started off custom now I (Say hello to my little friend) [Verse 2 - Bun B
come on Put your eyes on this nigga Baby Papa, I got a diamond ring for you maybe I slam cadillac bowls me and Baby gram Out of state hoes wit diamond
"Sippin, sippin on lean, sippin, sippin on bo'" [Bun B] Comin down grippin grain, diamonds up against the wood Tops drop, blades chop, trunk is popped
them suckers flipping flipping looking good, diamonds diamonds 'gainst the wood from the Texas to the Cali, catch me tipping through the hood Chorus Bun B
