mickey diamond & big ghost ltd - vineyards in france lyrics
[intro]
(have something on my father)
(can you keep a secret? cross your heart and hope to die.)
(father, son and host of gucci)
f+ck
already (diamond)
[verse 1]
italian leather , sport thousand dollar sweaters in spring weather
triple goose feathers , watch casino and goodfellas
crash dummies taught to do whatever the hood tell us
and buy what the white man sell us
margielas, order lamb chops filet mignon with steamed carrots
rappers bleed for street merit but ain’t never seen paris
n+gga you should be embarrassed take your contract and tеar it
trash music that you’re makin, we do not want to hear it
i won’t likе it or share it the meek shall inherit
she a free spirit, wear french braids like bo derek n+ggas claim to go get it
’til you found out your favorite rapper broke with bad credit
people sayin’ i’m the best go check the thread it’s on reddit
stand on it if i said it
all lames get beheaded, no games who wanna bet it
on an ghost beat i dead it smokin grass, n+ggas’ gas be unleaded
reach for my chain and you won’t live to regret it
what the f ?
[refrain]
“i’m outfitted in fabrics that’s exclusive and rare”
“my chain look like it’s rue de paris, i swear it get lit”
(gucci ghost)
“i’m outfitted in fabrics that’s exclusive and rare”
“vineyards in france”
“yachts out in cannes”
[verse 2]
look what god did, turned chili fries into fried squid
the club look alive, i’m tryin’ to see what the vibe is
no time for surprises, make it home before the sun rises
diamond light shining bright ultraviolet
when my gun c+ck, heat get wave
you need sun block skin grafts and what not, n+gga
what the blood clot ghost slug mug shots
pot that i just got from son’s spot (coughing)
screamin’ f+ck the cops like a young pac
the key to life is knowin’ how to unlock doors
and properly fight a case when the gun not yours
i saw rap battles turn into all out wars
’till n+ggas is getting rocked like the fall out boys
shots flying somerset clear the mall out, boy
they start playin’ with the kid i’m bringin’ all my toys
deploy troops boulevard [?] 40 below boots, gucci snow suit (that’s exclusive and rare)
[refrain]
“i’m outfitted in fabrics that’s exclusive and rare”
“my chain look like it’s rue de paris, i swear it get lit”
“i’m outfitted in fabrics that’s exclusive and rare”
“vineyards in france”
“yachts out in cannes”
(x2)
[outro]
(have something on my father. can you keep a secret?)
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