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maurizio’s ghost - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd lyrics

listen, some of these days you’re gonna stick your nose in, you’re gonna get something in it
well, i only thought it was* shut up!
now look, you don’t know anything about this, see?
no, no, i don’t know nothing
but you do know what guys get who talk

[verse 1:]
my confidants talking crime over sparkling wine
louboutin shoes, sugar lock on the nine
bought it like it’s not used, [you fly for aéropostale??]
belgian off a belgian waffle, stack the laffle to the ceiling ’till he feel colossal
never wear fossil watches, only gold rollies
we scream, blow me when the cops watch us
i tip the bell high, ballet parkin’, suede clocks, dogs barking
givenchy ride while the day’s darkin’ (what)
my right hand bag up raw, he pray often
said he hate instagram, but it’s hard to stay off it
play it cautious, young bosses, spending blocks ’till you’re nauseous
i bought a few glocks and a new lock for the fortress
posing in my portraits, chosen with the flow, i’m going corporate we did it off the muscle, no endorphins
my team mighty morphin, my ring cost a small fortune i like my cars like my clothes, n*gga, all horses
refugees, srts, and challengers, yes indeed
who’s tryna get this cheese, i got the recipe
blessed be, it’s a.r
with your t alphabet soup, we only skirt suvs and
cop shirts with double gs on the sleeve (what)
i squeeze off and leave before the coppers yell freeze n*gga please, my cuban is cool as a winter breeze
i’m built for warfare, moncler’s in stretch limousines raisin’ all h*ll, fifty one shots like he sean bale
heard the first shot ricochet, this n*gga jump fail
big umbrella cartel, the dots that i toss make the r sell, the way i make my thoughts do a cartwheel
put you in the scope, sharp shooter, bret hart sk!ll
chef at projects like a n*gga from park hill (diamond)
this dope sh*t i spit can get an narc k!lled i’m sharp as a shark grill, make decisions based on how my heart feel
ski mask that’s orange like garfield
rappers say a real talk (never, god) but never know how to talk real
righteous k!ll, but it’s pork on your fork sale, 50k
cold cash, your n*gga caught jails
3lc, karaka, ill, sneakin’ to the venue
i might do like pris and change my name to a symbol
monopolize the game, it’s like you came with a thimble (diamond)
saint laurent got a n*gga feelin’ sinful, what?
[refrain]
“gucci this, fendi that – what you expect, hoe?”
“gucci sweaters and armani leathers”
“you want it from ghost? then throw c.r.e.a.m. on”
“trick bandit, ghost is brick granite”
“[??] with the gucci ghost”

[verse 2:]
ayo i’m stylin’ so i know he mad, my wife rock chloe bags
her shoes got spikes like legion of doom, show the past (ha!)
iron man’s gloves on her hand, that’s when she load the mag
f*gs wearin’ all brand swag, they scared to blow the bag
forgot to mow the grass, now it’s snakes on my collar
blow cake if i gotta do what it takes for the dollar
play for high stakes and know i make no mistake for the guala
it’s too hot for the benz, i’d rather take the impala
street scholar, keep my pockets fat like kamala
gettin’ chicken masala, pack heat, like the sahara (boom!)
protect my diamond family, cast brooklyn camora
priest of yore on the living room floor, watch dora the explorer
my whole aura so rocky horror jewels lit for eight days in a row, just like menorahs
my kicks from diadora, european sl!ck, she adores that chick call me big daddy warboss
push a ford truck like it’s a sports car
f’s on my sweater like a bad report card we play the courtyard, life’s a battle but we fought hard
he came a long way from trappin’ all day serving junkies that snort raw
know a few broads that stash coke in they sports bra
we at the sports bar, fanduel, check the scorecard
we up b*tch, 2023 we gettin’ dumb rich
helmut lang, armani exchange, we ain’t the same
[refrain]
“gucci this, fendi that – what you expect, hoe?”
“gucci sweaters and armani leathers”
“you want it from ghost? then throw c.r.e.a.m. on”
“trick bandit, ghost is brick granite”
“[??] with the gucci ghost”
“jumping out of planes for dough, gucci parachutes”

- mickey diamond big ghost ltd lyrics

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