Jurrarri - Gangbang (Remix) lyrics

[Chorus: Jurrarri] My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n [Verse 1: Jurrarri] My black diamonds change, call them things Soulja Boy Got me running 'round, semi-automatic toy All my diamond chains, I call them things Gucci Mane I gotta represent for the Ric Flair gang The green Brick Squad chain, call it Flocka Flame Don't make me call Waka, tell him, "Bring the choppers, mane" All these diamond chains, Jurrarri look like Boosie, mane Walk up in the club, damn, I feel like Lil Wayne 16-row bracelet or the wrist Breitling Jurrarri shining, Jurrarri so icy My chain cost a check, my ring cost a check My watch cost a check, Jurrarri in that brand new 'Vette [Chorus: Jurrarri] My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n [Verse 2: Mu Dills] All right, my chain blooding, okay, my watch loc'ing Now I bet you, I'm stacking cream, pinky ring, Latin King Jurrarri and Mu Dills, Ferraris on them wheels From New Jersey to Alabama, n***as packing hammers co*k that iron and I ain't slipping, I see haters lying Mu Dills shining, I'm looking like I'm made of diamonds I keep it popping, till I die, I'll never change, man My j**elry bang so much, they put my sh** on Gangland But this ain't come easy, it comes from hard work Colorful rocks, when intox, bezel star burst Go 'head, frown up haters, my j**elry Now-and-Laters You see my chain flaming? My sh** be g**ning [Chorus: Jurrarri] My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n [Verse 3: Jurrarri] Walked in the spot, damn, Jurrarri, he the sh** Thirty bricks on my neck, yeah, I'm the sh** A hundred thou in that b**h, I'm 'bout to do it, do it Monday night, Magic City, yeah, Jurrarri blew it All my ice on, 'Rarri, why you have to do it? My wrist sh**ting on them, Breitling [?] pissing on them Gucci belt, that's a stack that hold the jeans up Big boy ice, 'Rarri look like football lights Fifty racks in the air, Thursday night: Onyx Goddamn, Ju, you still throwing plenty money I'm in that yellow 'Vette, flying down the expressway Same color as the all yellow expressway [Chorus: Jurrarri] My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n My j**elry so fruity, they say my diamonds g**ning So many different-colored diamonds got me g**ning My wrist g**n, my neck g**n My earrings blood red, yeah, you know they g**n