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You know what I'm not gonna accept this summer, yeah Is these dickhead rappers, yeah, pouring water on me in the crowd Because it not fair, yeah True say all my garms are expensive D-D-Daytrip took it to ten (Hey) Uh, true, true, uh I'm just a nigga from the ends that made it with his friends But we more like brothers Rockstar shit, so you know the gyaldem love us Broskis in the field, he be payin' with the gunners Millis plus for us please Can you see the game? We go run forrestly See this money didn't come for free Water in the crowd so they can drip like me Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba She give me greenlight name's Amber She want smoke, star sign Cancer, uh, uh, yeah Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba Life of the party, we just live our life up He's a third party, we don't know him like that Style icon ('Con) Letras de cancionesFashion icon ('Con) Baddie from France Only buck her when it's fashion week, on God (God) Next day I gotta catch a flight to Milan (Milan) Konvict Music, might sign to Akon ('Kon) Straight from the blocks to the charts all the time Now shits different, gotta they pay for my time Your set don't bang, if we ain't on airtime I might just cancel, if we ain't the headline I spent a lot racks, it wasn't for free She don't even try but my shawty on fleek Ten steps ahead, say I've gone clear Finesse with style, like I really don't care Amiri jeans on my Moncler Truth really is, you won't even dare 'Fore I start plotting, devilish steps With my dark shades, devilish stares Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba She give me greenlight name's Amber She want smoke, star sign Cancer, uh, uh, yeah Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba Life of the party, we just live our life up He's a third party, we don't know him like that She's ringing my line Shawty gonna fuck for some handbag Chanel or Gucci handbag Everytime I call, she gon' answer She's not a ten, we can't take a day trip VIP shit, whole lotta gang shit Fisherman ting, expensive drip Fisherman ting, expensive drip If she don't give top, she can not come back (No) Gyalla get jug, if she got a big back (Yeah, yeah) After that baby girl you gotta dash Your gyal could never ever say she spend my stack (Yeah, yeah) I re-up and tell the plug I'll be right back I spend the puff and make it back that's no cap Balenciaga drip, you know I'm worth a couple rack I got a personal shopper, I don't get it off the rack (Yeah, yeah) Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba She give me greenlight name's Amber She want smoke, star sign Cancer, uh, uh, yeah Dancer My diamonds bussin' moves, now we Samba Life of the party, we just live our life up He's a third party, we don't know him like that From Letras Mania