Lancey Foux Diana Lyrics
Diana by Lancey Foux
[Intro: Lancey Foux]
Lots of ice in my
Ice in my
It's the Fume, it's the Fume
Lots of ice in my (it sounds like Nyge)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed
[Verse 1: Fee Gonzales]
Ayy, I stack the paper
No time for a hater
Me and Lancey smoking flavours
Me and Fume might go Jamaica
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Getting money with my day ones
Getting money with my day ones
Yo, AJ, cool, I got this
Uh, yeah
Petite [?] watches
Uh, yeah
You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn
My gyal boujee and stubborn
And my niggas trap hard while you're clubbing
Brown ting, fill it with dum-dums
Ooh, ooh
Hop in the coupe, baby get up and she scoop
Truth, [?]
This ammi for fifty for you
I been up all of the trap
Every morning, text all of the cats
From you lot running it back
28 bullets I count in the strap
Yeah
[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
It sounds like that
It flies, you catch
I'm signing max
Nigga, devise your plan
If the figures look correct
We're shaking hands
Yung Fume on the phone
Barcelona, smoking dope
I'm in the ends, revising notes
Literally revising sterling notes
I'm dropping Os since not hitting the post
I'm missing Saddam, I won't die in a hole
Fee Gonzales merge on the call
My guy are real and you niggas are boring
I'm a perfect picture but I'm painted in chalk
I'm selling everything from dope to divorce
I get the [?] and I sell it for more
I get a likkle man and send him on tour
Put him in a whip, speed race
Slow the mixes like a DJ
I've got women on relay
Do reverse, do replay
[Verse 3: Yung Fume]
I'll fuck your bitch in the Hamptons
Out in Dubai getting pampered
Buss the Henny, buss the champers
And put Versace on my mattress
I've got the keys, DJ Khaled
I've got the chickens, not Dallas
My brudda's froze his wrist, ayy
I got the potent piff, ayy
Fill it and load it with clips
I don't even pose for pics
I might just bone your bitch
Do it on my show, then dip, ayy
That's my little hoe, she thick
Fucking her throat, don't kiss it
Shots at your skull, won't miss it, ayy
Stack getting cut, digit
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed
Lots of ice in my
Ice in my
It's the Fume, it's the Fume
Lots of ice in my (it sounds like Nyge)
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed
[Verse 1: Fee Gonzales]
Ayy, I stack the paper
No time for a hater
Me and Lancey smoking flavours
Me and Fume might go Jamaica
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Tom Ford on my fragrance
Getting money with my day ones
Getting money with my day ones
Yo, AJ, cool, I got this
Uh, yeah
Petite [?] watches
Uh, yeah
You can tell by the swag I'm stubborn
My gyal boujee and stubborn
And my niggas trap hard while you're clubbing
Brown ting, fill it with dum-dums
Ooh, ooh
Hop in the coupe, baby get up and she scoop
Truth, [?]
This ammi for fifty for you
I been up all of the trap
Every morning, text all of the cats
From you lot running it back
28 bullets I count in the strap
Yeah
[Verse 2: Lancey Foux]
It sounds like that
It flies, you catch
I'm signing max
Nigga, devise your plan
If the figures look correct
We're shaking hands
Yung Fume on the phone
Barcelona, smoking dope
I'm in the ends, revising notes
Literally revising sterling notes
I'm dropping Os since not hitting the post
I'm missing Saddam, I won't die in a hole
Fee Gonzales merge on the call
My guy are real and you niggas are boring
I'm a perfect picture but I'm painted in chalk
I'm selling everything from dope to divorce
I get the [?] and I sell it for more
I get a likkle man and send him on tour
Put him in a whip, speed race
Slow the mixes like a DJ
I've got women on relay
Do reverse, do replay
[Verse 3: Yung Fume]
I'll fuck your bitch in the Hamptons
Out in Dubai getting pampered
Buss the Henny, buss the champers
And put Versace on my mattress
I've got the keys, DJ Khaled
I've got the chickens, not Dallas
My brudda's froze his wrist, ayy
I got the potent piff, ayy
Fill it and load it with clips
I don't even pose for pics
I might just bone your bitch
Do it on my show, then dip, ayy
That's my little hoe, she thick
Fucking her throat, don't kiss it
Shots at your skull, won't miss it, ayy
Stack getting cut, digit
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed
[Chorus: Lancey Foux]
I came, I saw, I paused
I held my corner in the stance
She shake, she saw you spending all your cash
Just to watch Diana dance
It's your bitch, it's your bird, I'm concerned
She's looking at me, think she wanted Lance
I'm addicted to paper cuts
Counting money, keep my pocket lucky charmed, charmed