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mickey diamond - thai fights lyrics

[intro]
bd 3 (oh)
oh, god sound, big umbrella (oh)
oh, here we go again (who’s that?) mall’ knox (peekin’ through my window?)
diamond (who’s that?, who’s that? –’s that peekin’ through my window)
i see you peekin’, n+gga

[verse 1]
my team dressed like paris fashion week (gleam)
this vintage pelly cost a rack atleast (d+mn)
i’m out in ny, my .9 has shown me love here
when i’m in the uk them n+ggas call me bruv there
anywhere i go just know the gloves and the snub here (get closed)
i’m still down to beam a n+gga up, final frontier (oh)
god bless i’m big umbrella, still draggin’ somethin’ big in the trunk, that’s a elephant
sh+lls on the ground, no fingerprints scratch the evidence, my n+ggas start usin’ his stock, he back to sellin’ it
n+ggas think i’m f+ckin’ around, i’m actually sellin’ a bit
tap the glass like fruit ninja then your melon split (oh)
devilsh, handle matters outta court like cash settlements, the kid attack for track for [?]
crash the president (nah)
it woulda been a million n+ggas death on the white house lawn
when you finaly go and see, this ain’t our fight no more
i’m tired of whack n+ggas sayin’ they don’t write no more
hyperbolic time chambers, when i write my bars, preliminaries over skype, i’m tryna write my wrongs from crime capers, that senoir took my life off course, so don’t try me this sh+t’ll f+ck your life up more
before i spit my hieroglyphics cut my mic up first, you’ll rather k!ll yourself then write my verse, what?
who’s that peekin’ through my window, i see you, can with the red dot like r2+d2 (pew) and all black like kylo ren, i jot rhymes in my lg sytlo, get lifted like a hallow (get smoked) and get my style on from here to ohio
you try to cop the vinyl? just cl!ck the link in my bio (it’s right there)
my dawg spin with the mask on, he not milo
atl yelled out “freeze” he went cryin’, yo (oh)
no latto, big heat for my rivals, survival tactics, shoot the .9 for practice, let me holla at ya
flee the madness now we on the finer patches, designer fabric, filthy jacket, all kinda swagger, these ratches be linin’ rappers
tryna get your chain sn+tched, put all of your eggs in one basket, that’s why it ain’t hatch (dummy)
tie a rapper up, put ’em on the train track (yeah) and get your frame cracked for tough talk, this ain’t that (that ain’t)
you can check my sources, when i spit it’s straight fact
you diss me and your sh+t’ll get rocky like a$ap (oh)
my sh+t so classic i could drop a eight track (yeah)
my momma told me “reach for the stars” no sp+ce camp
3–, 357 like that cam’ and mase track, horse and carriage for shore seller, we known to break bags (oh)
[outro]
take that, take that, (who’s that?) take that, take that, take that (peekin’ through my window?)
ah+uh+uh+ah (who’s that?) here we go again (peekin’ trough my window?)
who’s that peekin’ trough my window?
bd 3 (oh)
i see you peekin’, n+gga
what?

- mickey diamond lyrics

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