cryin pink diamonds lyrics
by Lil Tracy
[Intro]
Aye, f*ck, man
Aye Souljahwitch, go cast a spell on them f*ck n*ggas dawg
I don't cry n*gga, n*ggas cryin' and sh*t
Waddup n*gga? My soul cry n*gga, the f*ck
Souljahwitch, gemstones fallin' out the tech, man
n*gga I cry gemstones, I cry diamonds n*gga, Aye
Yuh, yuh, Lil Tracy, f*ck
Yung Bruh, let's get it bro
Yung Bruh n*gga, Souljahwitch
Aye, aye, aye
Lil Tracy sh*t, boy, Lil Tracy man, Aye
Lil Tracy got your main b*tch twerkin' (twerkin')
Pull up, hop out, heads turnin', Ooh
[Bridge]
Aye, f*ck, man
Aye Souljahwitch, go cast a spell on them f*ck n*ggas dawg
I don't cry n*gga, n*ggas cryin' and sh*t
Waddup n*gga? My soul cry n*gga, the f*ck
Souljahwitch, gemstones fallin' out the tech, man
n*gga I cry gemstones, I cry diamonds n*gga, Aye
Yuh, yuh, Lil Tracy, f*ck
Yung Bruh, let's get it bro
Yung Bruh n*gga, Souljahwitch
Aye, aye, aye
Lil Tracy sh*t, boy, Lil Tracy man, aye, yeah
[Verse 1]
Lil Tracy got your main b*tch twerkin' (twerkin')
Pull up, hop out, heads turnin' (Oh, oh, oh)
I glisten hard, f*ck n*gga need some curtains
Shawty gurkin', wet like a hurricane (Oh, oh, ah, oh)
Bad b*tch, legs open like a flip phone (Like a flip phone)
She f*ck like porno, I should f*ck with timbs on (Oh, timbs on)
Blunt strong, just like Kimbo (Just like Kimbo)
I swear n*ggas are salty, n*ggas please (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
[Chorus]
Aye, n*ggas talkin' down, I'm like why bro? (Why bro?)
(n*ggas talkin' down, I'm like why bro?)
We smoke that loud pack, y'all smoke loud bowls (That's some loud bowls)
n*ggas talkin' down, I'm like why bro? (I'm like why, why, why, why why)
We smoke that loud pack, y'all smoke loud bowls
[Verse 2]
They ask me where I'm at, I'm in the sky now (I'm flyin')
I don't cry, diamonds fallin' out my eyes now (Oh, oh, oh oh)
She want me now, oh, I don't got the time now (b*tch)
Said she love me, hell nah, hoe you lying now (Hoe you lying now)
I'm a young n*gga, they let me in the club bruh (Yeah)
These n*ggas really want b*tches, I want hundos (I want hundos)
My brother got that nine up he Lil' Romo
Boy we smoking loud, this ain't no loud bowl (No, b*tch)
[Chorus]
These n*ggas talkin' down, I'm like why bro?
(Why, why)
We smoke that loud pack, y'all smoke loud bowls (That's some loud bowls)
These n*ggas talkin' down, I'm like why bro? (Why, why, why, why)
We smoke that loud pack, y'all smoke loud bowls
[Outro]
Yuh, yuh, ok
Ok Lil Tracy that sh*t go hard man
Shout out Marcy Mane, aye
Marcy Mane my n*gga
Yeah