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See that blunt You know what I’m saying Cris Dinero Ay Hold up, wait, hold up, wait Hold up Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah I count up the knots Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah I count up the knots Hold up, wait, hold up, wait, yeah Return to the spot, yeah Get cash a lot, yeah Already know how I’m rocking [?] niggas, you know what I got, yeah Diamonds bling, yeah Ooh, you know what I mean, ooh, yeah My diamonds, they sing, ooh, yeah My diamonds, they scream, ooh, yeah Rock out, rock out, rock out, whip my cock, out All on your block, yeah [?] count up the knots, yeah Hold up, wait, count it or not, yeah Yeah, yeah, my pistol is cocked, yeah Damn, I will pop at your noggin Letras de cancionesThey call me Kiki the locksmith Yeah, got the dope in my stockings Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah I got the dope in my stockings Bitty bitch, [?] I might just pop at your noggin Running this shit, bitch, you jogging Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah I got the dope in my stockings Bitty bitch, [?] I might just pop at your noggin Running this shit, bitch, you jogging Count it up, yeah [?] on a bean, ay Say you done fucked up my jeans, ay Baby just loving the scene, ay [?] she a fiend, ay Thotty [?], ay Forty round clip with the beam, ooh Thotty done fucked the whole team, yuh Diamonds are shining on me, yuh Ay, get this bitch right out my face Ay, stuck as a demon like wait Ay, I don’t see enemies, fade Ay, she just gonna suck on that dick When I’m up on that bitch, whip that shit in the basement Nigga, you worry about placement Juuging for Benjamin Franklins Aim with that talk and don’t say shit Slap a pussy if he pasting I’m the type to have no patience I just load the yap and aim shit Take my energy, you ain’t shit I’m gonna get this money, face it My 40 came with a dick, ooh Pop a pill, make it extend, bitch Thumb through the bands, just like 10, quick Fuck nigga putting on lame shit Spending these bands, boy, they ain’t shit Fuck nigga putting on lame shit Spending these bands, boy, they ain’t shit Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah Count it up, yeah Weigh it out, yeah I got the dope in my stockings Bitty bitch, [?] I might just pop at your noggin Running this shit, bitch, you jogging Count it up, yeah From Letras Mania