Holy Matrimony lyrics

by

Lil Pump


Fiji water diamonds dancing on me
I be geeking homie holy matrimony
n*ggas talkin like they really know me
I dont rock with phonys movin off a lonely
Thumbin through a band I just blew a stack
Had to get it back run up to his pack
Gun up to his back if he make me mad
Bullet in his ass run up with the cash

Thumbin through 1 band, 2 band, 3 band, 4 band, 5 band, 6 band, 7 band, 8 band, 9 band, 10 band, f*ck man i ain't even countin

Fiji water diamonds dancing on me
I be geeking homie holy matrimony
n*ggas talkin like they really know me
I dont rock with phonys movin off a lonely
Thumbin through a band I just blew a stack
Had to get it back run up to his pack
Gun up to his back if he make me mad
Bullet in his ass run up with the cash

I be geekin on my lonely
I be geekin with my homies
Yellow diamonds dancin on me
I got y just like wyoming
pus*y n*gga you a fag
I do what I want and you can't
I got all these lil n*ggas mad
I just called and crapped on my pants
Hoe what you sayin
Diamonds yellow super saiyan
I took a trip to the caymans
My b*tch look like she jamaican
I be with my brothers like damon
We shootin if you miss a payment
I am not one you should play with
Please do not play with my patience

Not a day late, not a millisecond young boy
I need my money on time
Pronto
f*ck is you sayin

RIP bankroll thats street money sh*t
Diamonds from ghana ebola my wrist
She said she home but she ridin this di*k
Get yo ass hurt puttin trust in a b*tch
Ak47 banana my clip
Glock 45 with a scope out the tip
On the east side all my n*ggas bang crip
West side n*gga bloody boy gon drip
Aye 30 round clip on my Glock
b*tch thats a mop
n*gga talk sh*t and get dropped
You can not f*ck with my gang
Bullets gon rain
Have you seen david blaine
24 carat my chain
Watch that thing swing
b*tch tryna f*ck up monkey
Rather count up all these benjamins
My wrist look like it got cyphilis

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