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mickey diamond & mallori knox - custom made lyrics

[chorus]
i–, i–, i put your favourite rapper to the test
hit the ref with a chair, i’m still cookin’ like a chef
you can smell death in the air (death in the air)
wildin’ out for the fans, throw more weapons than hits
scream “woo” loud as i can, no one f’in’ with flair (woo, f’in’ with flair)

[interlude]
diamond dallas, n+gga
n0body bleed like
yo mallori, what’s live? (you did it again, mal)

[chorus]
i put your favourite rapper to the test
hit the ref with a chair, i’m still cookin’ like a chef
you can smell death in the air (death in the air)
wildin’ out for the fans, throw more weapons than hits
scream “woo” loud as i can, no one f’in’ with flair (f’in’ with flair)

[verse 1]
i place the razor blade on my own flesh till it tear, yeah
the babadou back, you n+ggas scared, that’s the mission, hoe+rat
and all you whack n+ggas fear, audio+dope
got you smokin’ crack with your ears
break the pyrex, high+tech words, supured dialect
[?] n+ggas enthusiasm, who wanna try next?
when you start over producing, fans buy less
god bless, we now, we can do it big as a 5x
diamonds and gold, he pushin’ fly lex on jefferson road
paid in full, now what car you tryna buy next?
penny for your thoughts, i gotta million+dollar mindset (mindset)
back+to+back drops, he might need a spine check
dallas shootin’ like he jayson tatum with the sidestep
tote heavy arms big as scott steiner biscep
villain on the mic, i plot terroristic concepts
anytime you say my name they treat like a bomb thread
sold out everything, articles in complex
i ain’t tryna flex, i’m just keepin’ it real
mac pokin’ out the back, it’s hard to keep it concealed
pole exposin’ n+ggas soul and all the secrets reveal
used to be a ordinary rapper deep in the field
now i feel like every other week he inkin’ a deal
in the quarter public opinion, n+ggas seekin’ the pills
i get a rush when i see your blood leakin’ and spilled (ric flair, n+gga)
[refrain]
stack the money till it can’t fold
five cuban links, that’s a bankroll
rock a mink, even when it ain’t cold
gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes
stack the money till it can’t fold
five cuban links, that’s a bankroll
rock a mink, even when it ain’t cold
gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes ([?] fly sh+t)

[verse 2]
fly sh+t
i used to be scared to buy sh+t
that new ride sittin’ outside, yeah that’s my sh+t
’96 notorious b.i.g., ready to die sh+t
got me out in bangkok, gettin’ high with a tied chick (baby)
the rhymes that i comprise is like a crime fl!ck
life is like a iron man match, i’m watchin’ time tick
on the microphone i’m going dumber than a blind chick
i got the bars on lock, i’m like a convict
and every line spit is twenty+three and one
most rappers stayin’ underground, they never see the sun
this connection from the matrix just for thinkin’ he the one
so if you thinkin’ diss records, you won’t probably need a gun
fair warning, no more warnin’ shots with flair on ’em
your favourite couldn’t touch a golden hair on ’em
my vision clear, [?]
it’s ray sights for persicion when i point it
nature boy, i wouldn’t [?]
ta–, taste my own blood and enjoy it, demolition man
anything you build, i destroy it
deploy troops, on some real trojan, the troy sh+t
let me take you on another fan, [?] what the f+ck?
[refrain]
stack the money till it can’t fold
five cuban links, that’s a bankroll
rock a mink, even when it ain’t cold
gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes
stack the money till it can’t fold
five cuban links, that’s a bankroll
rock a mink, even when it ain’t cold
gold bottle, gold chains, custom made clothes

[outro: ric flair]
and us, and us, ric flair [?]
you like it?
’cause to me this right here, your one life
and it’ll cost you thousand dollars
you want one of these?
you can buy ’em all over the country
they’re fifteen+thousand dollars (yeah)
the bottom linin’ [?]
the greatest, woo

- mickey diamond mallori knox lyrics

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