The Forbidden Treasure (Diamonds) lyrics

by

Lauryn Hill


-Hook
I need neck jewels...
Diamonds in my chain n*gga
Diamonds in my roley hoe
Truth is that's just how it go...


-V1
Mirror mirror, who the freshest n*ggas of em all
Stay finessing, ain't question if that Detroit n*gga ball
b*tch I'm SoSoDef, not talking money I can't hear at all
Heard them pus*y lips was talking sh*t
Now my di*k wanna brawl, look
No punch line
n*ggas waiting on it like the lunch line
I bully n*ggas just taking spots
But I dare a n*gga to come for mines
Out in Miami getting tongue tied
But I stay working like crunch time
No Ronnie Bass but I quarterback
My wrist sorta like Sunshine
Young wavy n*gga
I'm the next Tom Brady n*gga
Pass up on me that's cool but when I win just find new reasons to hate me n*gga
I don't want no friends, just Benjamin like Benjamin my BFF and sh*t
In the D all my n*ggas like refs and sh*t
You get foul with me they wave techs & sh*t

-hook
-V2
Uh, yo b*tch she addicted to me
Yellow models and blue hunnids
Still addicted to green
Exercising for these hoes I'm bouta run through on tour
Catch me in yo city flexing in that Diddy velour, take that!
No punchline, n*ggas waiting on it like detox
No BIZ Mark, no Doug fresh but these hoes know I beat box
My one dream over everything is on New Year's Eve when the ball drop
Im in Miami, One Bayfront with a Heat Dancer getting sky top
Young wavy n*gga
I'm the next Tom Brady n*gga
Pass up on me that's cool but when I win just find new reasons to hate me n*gga
I don't want no friends, just Benjamin like Benjamin my BFF and sh*t
In the D all my n*ggas like refs and sh*t
You get foul with me they wave techs & sh*t

-hook

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