Majorr Werk Cartel - 50-11 Diamonds

I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that, pop that for ya mane

Got bout 50-11 racks, got 50-11 tones, I
Smoke alota purp smoke bout 50-11 zones, my
Chain lookin stupid bout 50-11 stones, got
50-11 chevys got a 50-11 jones, got
50-11 goons who gon drank up all the liquor, that
Hennessy, Ciroc we gon drank up all the liquor, then
Hit the jewelry store till the jewelry lookin sicker, the
Coup on them thangs got her panties droppin quicker, got
50-11 hoes, wit 50-11 tats, got
50-11 niggas strapped wit 50-11 gats, my
100's on the top and my 50's in between, I'm
Winning bitch I'm winning bitch I think I'm Charlie Sheen
My cake turn't up cookies you ain't never seen, that
Candy disappear when the light turn green, them
K's in the trunk and K's bustin out my jeans
You can say gangsta thats how my niggas lean

I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that pussy for ya mane, I got
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane

Got 50-11 diamonds, all them bitches shining
I'm countin that young money, cuz everyday I'm grinding
Niggas know whats up my mixtape can start a fire
Grind till my money tall, Stoudemire
Don't get it fucked up, take another look
My niggas in the streets, yours on facebook
I'm dancin wit the stars, get brain in foreign cars
My name tattooed on her ass by the tiger paws
Atlanta east and west, Georgia north and south
That Cadillac on them thangs brains blowed out
My closet full of polo, got 50-11 horses
Sippin lean with my mind on 50-11 Porsche's

I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain, my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that pussy for ya mane, I got
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane

I just left Lenox mall, just left Greenbriar
These niggas watered down, ain't never seen fire
My new machine fire, got 50-11 switches
I lay the hammer down, 357 bitches
Got ice ice baby, like a chandelier
That Majorr Werk Squad Georgia boys over here
Bitch we showin' out, Roscoe
We keep the prices low Walmart, Costco
Get my knievel on, pull 50-11 stunts
I'm on patron finna smoke 50-11 blunts
My nigga got them squares, he always wrap em tight
I call em Eminem's, even the wrappers white

I got 50 -11 Diamonds in my chain , my
Paint drippin' stupid in the lane, I
Hit the club make it hurricane, now
Girl pop that pussy for ya mane, I got
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane
50-11 diamonds, 50-11 diamonds
50-11 girl pop that pussy for ya mane

Written by:
Anthony Johnson

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