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mickey diamond & big ghost ltd - gucci north face lyrics

[intro]
in italy it was called the trial of the century (uhuh)
three weeks ago, in the milan courtroom (gucci ghost)
51 year old patrizia reggiani was convicted of the murder of her former husband, (turn me up in the headphones) the multimillionaire maurizio gucci (huh? ah, gucci ghost!)

[verse]
my sneaky link pretty p+ssy pink, strawberry shortcake
we sport the gucci north face bubble to beat the court case
sippin’ don seymour wet, bettin’ at the horse race (yeah)
never sweatin’, let the horse chase
swallow ace of spade by the bottle, and my plug got it if you snort base
my little shooter hot, he got warrants in four states
for a couple bands he travelin’ like a tour date (for real)
keep my name out your mouth, or he might show up at your place
wack the door down, smack your b+tch with the 4 pound (b+tch!)
muzzle on the tip so when he sluggin’ you it’s no sound (pew+pew+pew)
profound, bas keep sayin’ i need to slow down
but how when i’m tryna cop the rollie with the gold crown? (how, bas?)
three rings like a circus but i’m no clown
we want the whole town, x7’s when we roll ’round, heavenly forever we thinkin’ of longevity, cut from a different pedigree
the v cost 70, n+ggas pumpin’ blow and ketamine
your block slow, you need better fiends
k!llers sin, allah sees everything (allah sees everything)
blunt filled with kerosene, drunk off the poor man’s hennessy
we got tip, the doorman tendencies (brrr)
dome shot you like john f. kennedy presidential
push the getaway car, like it’s daytona five with the ar
need i say more? i remain raw (diamonds)
nah, we don’t shop at the same stores
i’m down to let it blow behind mine, like a claymore (boom!)
and if you want diamond on the rhyme you gotta pay more
a thousand for a verse ain’t enough, i need way more (ante up)
we can put our chains on the scale (yeah), my sh+t weigh more
you get what you pay for, n+ggas took the sheek route
creepin’ out a freak house, while she sleep i’m a sneak out
george bush the ballot, motherf+cker, recount (f+ck that)
go to war with peter, f+ck around and pull a mink out (fly sh+t)
bartender passed me a beer, i pulled the drink out
go against the chain o’ command, i pull a link out
lay my prada sneakers on my shrink couch
therapy sessions, very possessive, carry various weapons
heavy aesthetic, telekinetic, debit and credit
your favorite rapper whack and you can tell him i said it (your favorite rapper whack)
don’t you ever forget it, here’s a friendly reminder (diamonds)
blinded with my jewelry and mike amiri designer (yeah)
guns in the recliner, teremana, runnin’ with the steiners (huh?)
my roy cohn steamin’ like a sauna
fashion week front row seater with ian connor (i’m right here)
the way a n+gga handle beef i could be a farmer
bulletproof vest, level three body armor
no mask on my face, sawed off shotty on him (boom!)
push the black ducati, the black strap got two bodies
blow biscotti with two hotties like rikishi (uh)
twin shooters in the mitsubishi (brrt)
ain’t nothin’ you can teach me, but call me if you ever need to reach me
[outro]
gucci is not only a house of fashion, but it’s also a house of horrors (huh? ah, gucci ghost!)
veni, vidi, vici, tequila got a n+gga feeling preachy
but everything’s peachy (huh?)
veni, vidi, vici, twin shooters in the mitsubishi
tires all screechy
veni, vidi, vici, tequila got a n+gga feelin’ preachy
but everything’s peachy (huh?)
veni, vidi, vici, we try to get this money like medici
for real (it’s the umbrella, b+tch)
gucci ghost
aha+uh+huh?

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