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blood on the runway - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd lyrics

[verse 1: ]
yo, i get to flipping like a catalogue no maths involved
olympic winning can you crash the bars?
the battery’s in my back, i just had to charge
coming from bread cover your head
it’s raining cats and dogs with raps involved
i play my role like a casting call f*ck possessions, i had it all
i’m back for more, can’t sleep, i rarely crash at all
i’m from a poor slum, but my safe like nordstrom
racks galore, whipping cautious with the hazards so i’m past the norm
got a penchant for sassy wh0res, never sn*tch and roar
no flashy songs, just classic raw
i’ma hold the bar, till the clock run out i’m looking at the score

[verse 2:]
yo, i’m in the tri*state, well, don’t forget in the bud
apply pace, i levitate, pull and tell you how the sky tastes
the plug hooked me, no patches are planking
tell me the power rates, but it’s shorty
going down on the regular, life like you listening to a blotch tape
oh mary, do y’all fear me?
know very well that they twinkle, they all fairies
you never connect with knuckles, they don’t compare me (uh)
and n*ggas looking like thor when the collegiate helmet
the helmet can cuss them in public, that sh*t was looking scary
[verse 3:]
big umbrella sh*t, if it ain’t the team, it’s irrelevant
you gon’ get these scriptures when we fellowship
i just loaded .357’s with the yellow tips, yellow fin
tuna in my suit, she rolling trippy sticks
requesting louis at the gucci store life’s a b*tch
but grant three wishes she be rich
think she put a spell on me you can ask uncle ice
i got that smell on me money, bro, pop one in the top floor with your bugga low
try to bounce back, but your bungee broke
trevor never made another episode, why?

[verse 4: mickey diamond]
i paint a mural with your blood, multiple guns
that’s plural, cash checks with mad zeros take trips and stash euros i squeeze christopher reeves, yo, don’t try to be a hero
but it’s time to send it off, he going out like he cleo
real cowboy like t.o., dallas rocking diamonds out in rio
we gold cuban links, we is trio , my plug speakin’ creole
he don’t like rap, me and my wife strapped like trinity and neo gucci, gambino, told me talk the fly sh*t like jeff goldblum
i clear the whole room, i let this tec go boom
street sweet with no broom, cans like a bride in groom
i’m with a b*tch that look like heidi klum (diamond), what
my hammer going bang, bang, bang, john witherspoon, sport gold t**th and do rags to job interviews
blood on the runway, real gucci break, rip, gunplay
melt you like f*dg* on a on a sunday
[verse 5: pro dillinger]
when i ride, you feel the energy shifting, my fingers is bl**dy that’s from all the pennies we pinching
we choosing violence today, that’s from the henny we sipping i’m here for the smokers, n*gga, this is heavy emissions
we at war, if you a soldier, n*gga, tell me your mission i make a call, it’s in your area visits i am clearly a menace
break your t**th out, i am clearly a dentist
i’m in the building and my guns in attendance
slinging drugs for the lettuce, coca*ronas and sh*t liquor
drink, n*gga, big umbrella running plates, this a flea fl!cker (big umbrella sh*t)
everybody food, we just eating dinner
all my n*ggas wolves, we had to purge because them sheep was with us

[verse 6:]
love, tricia was tricking, let me play her cribbing off the packs
she the same one who brought the cop, i sold the crack
life tricky, learn to maneuver through every obstacle
my mother used to say, better chill, ’cause they got a spot for you i ain’t listen, thought i knew it all, but i ain’t know the half
don’t see me chasin’ hoes, i only move for cash
i ain’t slept in days, i’m really ’bout the bag, ’bout to have a mad as long as they can add 100k on 16’s, we pray for that
watch the flex, broadway with the pies like jnf
seeing it clear like ray and neff try and make my next play
the best
he who plays the threat gets
a letter thrown to his evil racks
b*tch ass n*ggas

[verse 7:]
it’s the umbrella b*tch
for those who know my game, can never stop the reign
run around in packs, let mack play the back, i clock this gauge
outlaw leave bodies left at yard, southpaw to top talk
glock puller toss around, shot, put your door down
pounce, sounds of the scoundrels
screams from the crowd
boost my morale to mile 2 figures, configure my vigorous increments the mister mackal!ck get active in the midst of
sinister, administer the minister of pain drugs diminish
plugs and hitters just to finish what remains
the order was ordained, f*ck the ordinance
the audience want to see me gold chain cuban link, you can think this sh*t just music
but it ain’t, corner crews in, blatantly we flank
sh*t thankfully, umbrella found me before the hook did
make believe rappers, three blind mice and lil’ pence can tell you what them pharmacies and spittles did, woo

- mickey diamond big ghost ltd lyrics

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