Clint Dave - Crystal Clear

Diamonds shining on me like a crystal clear (ice, ice)
I just caught a body now his life's severe (nice)
Bought another one I call it chandelier
Fuck her for a year then I disappear (let's go)
Ride with Megatron I'm in a atmosphere
I got bitches in my house like a souvenir (no cap)
I'ma hit it with no rubber I don't need the gear (what else?)
I got models on my dick I gave her new career (yeah, yeah)

Everything designer you can check the drip
Even though you got the money you can't buy the fit
I be riding with my broski every night we lit (we litty)
We ain't fucking with a snitch always plead the fifth
I ain't leaving to a party 'til I choose a bitch

I got diamonds different color like a bandana
Made a profit in the streets livin' Bonanza
I got shooters every country even in the NASA
Thick Latina in my dm Ola Mo Bamba
I'm a savage fuck a baddie then I pass it to my bro
In the streets we making money but we always keep it low
Keep it lowkey what's the move? You ain't even gotta know
Yeah I might pop a molly, percocets before the show
I got shooter rollin' with me load the chopper let it blow
Pull the trigger in the river, leave your body let it flow
Diamonds icy on my neck, in the summer let it snow

I'ma cash out, on the rollie, on the patek, on the bustdown
I skipped the line gotta eat my lunch they said I'm up now
She bending over, pick the money that's a touchdown (run it, run it, run it back)

Diamonds shining on me like a crystal clear (ice, ice)
I just caught a body now his life's severe (nice)
Bought another one I call it chandelier
Fuck her for a year then I disappear (let's go)
Ride with Megatron I'm in a atmosphere
I got bitches in my house like a souvenir (no cap)
I'ma hit it with no rubber I don't need the gear (what else?)
I got models on my dick I gave her new career (yeah, yeah)

Everything designer you can check the drip
Even though you got the money you can't buy the fit
I be riding with my broski every night we lit (we litty)
We ain't fucking with a snitch always plead the fifth
I ain't leaving to a party 'til I choose a bitch

Written by:
Clint Aba

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