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letra de stone island shooters - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd

[verse 1: mickey diamond]
haha, gucci ghost
diamonds
sinus [hill??], might not be the best but i’m kinda ill
and i feel like samuel when it’s the time to k!ll
it’s gon’ take you like twenty years to build this kinda sk!ll
you n-ggas couldn’t open up a jar of pickles and find a deal
designer pills in brazil, sniffing coke outta dollar bills
on wax, on tracks i’m tryin to go that’s a monorail
money is my b-tch, paper thin and she fine as h-ll
will i ever sell a million records, who knows, only time will tell
got the whole block jumpin’, my n-gga whippin’
in the pot like stone top stuff in the bar ysl (uhuh)
fly and sale, buy and sale, we supply clientele
digi scales a stash еnough cash to bond to the jail (uhuh)
carhartt criminal each take wе give you be hard as nails dior , chanel, daily i’m chasin’ blues like gargamel and tommy hale
sh-t ain’t hard to tell prom numbers, how we gargin’ twelve
holy smoke, it’s a thin line between god and, can’t miss, n-gga
(weird ass n-ggas)

[verse 2: pro dillinger]
don’t ever speak on my brothers these n-ggas was never loyal and all we got is each other
the doctor, i cut the cancer and canceled out all the suckers
you n-ggas more like my sons but i probably needed a rubber
this movement more like a family ain’t a room for the f-ckery
rumors flyin’, yo b-tch in the room with me at the doubletree, n-ggas feelin’ the burn
this is rheumatoid arthritis, i put these n-ggas in coffins, let’s have a moment of silence (god bless)
you n-ggas is sleepy, i’m talkin’ comatose it’s over, god, call the older guards and clean that yola nose (uh)
your sh-t is mint you n-ggas slingin’ garbage, all the smokers know don’t get a race, n-gga f-ck a case
this is overclosed, this dummy hype caught a little change and took it overboard
oversteer, now you under wraps and i’m the overlord
the over, under, not in your favor n-gga we overscore
i hit the show, sn-tch a f-ckin’ mic and leave your shoulder torn
slap the dogsh-t out one of these n-ggas, man
[verse 3: snotty]
look, drop the beat and let me earn my wages if i wrote this, i’d have burnt the pages
hammers with the purple laces rockin’ purple label, twistin’ purple invaders turnt in vegas
i was on the lam you never learned the language, did you, son?
ain’t got a gun, you better get you one
n-ggas that you closest to gon’ be the ones that get you spun when sh-t get flunk monkey b-lls, unregistered pistols
tucked in luxury cars, busty roads with rice and b-booties, b-tch
i’ll f-ck these roads used to pump crack just to dunk racks in the rugby store
y’all cat meow-i don’t rap, now sh-t i ain’t done before
keep it pure, if they get a taste i bet they want some more chess not checkers, three moves ahead all across the board
my youngin called, said he tossed a taurus ain’t talkin’ fours, tryin’ dodge the law
truck full of blow like he boston george
i’d have kept the gun just in case they tried me
he lost his b-lls, i don’t turn my gangster off and on out here, cross the wall
swingin’ for the fences, ayy, n-gga, he’s wildin’ on everything, bro, this one for the record books

[verse 4: mickey diamond]
how dare you try me behind closed doors
but in my face you spoke highly n-ggas mad and broke
probably your favorite rapper woke at 7 am
chain snortin’ motley, claimin’ that they golly
but every other song, they catchin’ bodies
can’t get money in new york so now you goin’ back to cali started puttin’ on a show, but this gon’ be the grand finale
you gotta stop it with all the xannies (yeah!), we put you in position
your sh-t ain’t gone in 60 seconds you not my competition (facts)
don’t confuse me with no rappers that ain’t gotta pop the p-ss in but boys doin’ real bad like john sally with the pistons
i gave you food for thought, but you wanted the whole kitchen
put your plate in the sink then you forgot to wash your wrists
now you gotta watch your distance
we turn n-ggas to ghosts, poof now you non-existent
just for tryin’ to do the most
you like a crooked politician
look how you lyin’ to these folks
bullets flyin’ through the smoke, do not buy into the hoax you’s a ghost, n-gga

- mickey diamond big ghost ltd

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