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mickey diamond - wolf lyrics

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[verse 1:]
mac+ 11 rigged like a doorbell flip a rapper faster than a diabetic toenail
striking like a disaster cast detroit blast the toy
big potato on a smith and wesson just to mask the noise
my mind drawing blanks shabba ranks i make a large withdrawal
count it twice and tell the bank teller thanks
thousand dollar porterhouse you never ate better steak
nowadays i’m probably acting like my sh+t never stank
i aim at point blank range i ain’t missing
[this a hat ??]
n+ggas leaping over the whip like blake griffin
mistakes get made, he ain’t listеn by your favorite rapper
vinyl just the hurl that sh+t likе a discus
grab a p+ssy n+gga by the whiskers you can hear the whispers
brown monogrammed louis slippers i don’t know about that
n+gga sometimes dude be tripping
it’s probably on the casamigos that he usually sippin
every single show i’m in the front row flipping
on my cut throat pimpin, wearing kicks scott pippen
shut up b+tch, stop tripping, let them pop lit ten minutes to the tellie
yo, we just a hop skipping lord is my witness
big umbrella stand on business
spat ya with the iron like i work at planet fitness
my regiment relentless
we get it from the plug and he’s selling on commission
n+ggas better pay attention what the f+ck?
“what a thrill never gave a f+ck”
“still feel how i feel”
“sip a gallon with the coldest b+tches”
“a kodak moment now take a pic”

[verse 2:]
big stick like a shepherd i’m forever heat holding
howling at the sun i’m a wolf in sheep’s clothing
big stepper my t++th made of gold
the piece frozen
keep a safe house around the corner just to sneak hoes in
prada sneakers diamond dallas keep the freaks moaning
had the time of her life for me is just a brief moment
good grief he on the warpath
slide when his beef like we doordash
fred sanford n+ggas dropping more trash ?
money on the floor stash decapitate the rapper when my sword slash
it’s best you avoid me like a car crash head on collision sh+t
my young dawg tripping in the field with no permission slip
it’s just guns and extended clips
you gotta pr+ck your thumb and drip blood to get a membership
n+gga, we don’t do this sh+t for fun we really into this
penny for your thoughts i’m charging life for my sentences
promoters want to book ’em ’cause he all about the benjamins

you ain’t got no problem, juice i’m on the motherf+cker
go back in there and chill them n+ggas out
and wait for the wolf
which should be coming directly
you sending the wolf know you feel better, motherf+cker. sh+t, negro
that’s all you had to say?
had to say



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