Joey Purp – 'FESSIONAL / DIAMONDS DANCING lyrics

Part I: Fessional

[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
I got a bag, I get a bag
I'mma blow it fast fessional
She in the club, she throwin' ass
She a strip club fessional
I throw it up, I make it rain
I'm a make it rain fessional
I got a bag, I throw it fast
I'm a bag fessional
I've got a foreign under the dash
I'm a drive fast fessional
I got a bag, I get it fast
I'mma get a bad fessional
She in the club, she throwin' ass
She a strip club fessional
I throw it up, I make it rain
I'm a make it rain fess--

Part II: Diamonds Dancing

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[Chorus: Joey Purp]
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

[Verse 1: Joey Purp]
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, look like water when it splash
Remind me 'bout that paper, oh my god, we on your head
I'm about to throw commas, on my butter, on my bread
Diamonds on me dancing, lookin' like it's drippin' wet
Runnin' through that paper, and I'm runnin' through it fast
Yeah I got that action on me, you ain't gotta ask
She ain't gotta ask twice, she ain't gotta beg
Diamonds on me, dancing like a glacier on my hand
Diamonds on me dancing and they drippin' and they splash
Wrist look like it water and that water ain't a glass
I don't got a problem spendin', I'mma get it back
Diamonds on me dancing on my mother fucking

[Chorus]
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real

[Verse 2: Queen Kay]
Yeah, all these bitches beggin' me to chill
Yeah, ain't no competition, these hoes ain't real
Yeah, pussy niggas get popped like a pill
Look at my shoes, bitch I'm queen of the hill
Yeah, say what you mean, what you feel
You might get no response, every letter cop a feel
And I'm takin' niggas still
Yeah, I'mma whole meal worth a mil (eh)
Diamonds dancing, look at me instantly
Wish you took a xanax
Tell that bitch don't panic
I'mma go cray either way, when it come to the money
Bitch I'm romantic
And yo hoe can't stand it
I'm a rich nigga bandit
Queen shit bitch

[Chorus]
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real
Yeah, you not 'bout that action B, for real
Yeah, tell me that that paper isn't trill
Yeah, diamonds on me dancing, they for real