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nauti by nature - mickey diamond & big ghost ltd lyrics

[intro: mickey diamond & dj swab]
close that door, my n*gga (should you buy a gucci carry gun?)
who shot ya? (the gucci gun)
huh (we ain’t f*ckin’ around)
i shot ya
round you silly ass n*ggas (gucci ghost, n*gga, the gucci gun)
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser” (i shot ya)
“tec*9 in my dresser” (who shot ya?)
“arms reach when i’m sleep, i’m prepared for y’all” (huh?, the gucci gun)
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser” (what?)
“tec*9” (i shot ya)
“arms reach when i’m sleep, i’m prepared for y’all”
“clean my guns everyday, tec’s don’t jam”

[verse 1: mickey diamond]
i never fall in love with a harlot, put my heart in her hands
f*ck is you r*t*rded? me restartin’ ain’t part of the plan (goofy ass n*gga)
you the type to see two fives and call ’em a ten (hah)
i make them both e. carpenter, never call him again (i’m like that)
goin’ with the wind doored the benz out like a test drive
mini*tec in my sweats while i’m playing ps5 vs, live
and direct, 38 spesh vibes tell me who can i trust?
i’m the bullet when you look in the barrel, the future is us (boom)
40 rounds in the mag like we ain’t shoot you enough (f*ck)
the heat reboot you to dust, amari jeans (yeah)
layin’ on the wheat timb boots with the scuff
the ghost of the big bad wolf, i huff and puff
blow your house down cats start trippin’ like it’s a mouse ’round (brrt)
tom and jerry n*ggas get hit with the final countdown
i’m out, clown, i*75 headed southbound
round spinning like a merry*go (ah, gucci ghost)
[chorus: mickey diamond & dj swab]
who shot ya?
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser”
who shot ya?
“tec*9 in my dresser”
“arms reach when i’m sleep, i’m prepared for y’all”
who shot ya?
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser” (yeah)
“tec*9 in my dresser”
i shot ya
“clean my guns everyday, tec’s don’t jam”

[verse 2: mickey diamond]
it’s like every day i wake up, another rapper mad at me
on the highway to h*ll, almost drove me to insanity
they mad ’cause i got enough bars to feed my family
imitations of mickey be the illest form of flattery (n*ggas wanna be me)
the .57 sh*lls look like triple way battery (the big sh*ts)
connected high speeds that’ll rip up your anatomy (boom)
calamity, bet your favorite rapper been a fan of me (been a fan)
i got your main squeezed doing rails off the vanity like mich*lle pfeiff’
this sh*t ain’t hard to tell, i live a swell life
v 22, diors sharper than a jail night (new sh*ts)
dead nice, we hear the sh*t you spit and be like “yeah right” (yeah right)
blow your whole budget on a pair of red air nikes
prada bubble with the red stripe
the underground barry white
and if the bread right, mickey there every night (i’m there every night)
never ran with the scary type n*ggas that tuck tail
mike amiri jacket, the fiends callin’ me upscale (they think i’m bougie now)
f*ck 12, high speed chase, makin’ them duck sh*lls (brrt)
crash into the buildin’, body sn*tch ya civilian (come here, b*tch)
wanted dead or alive, my bounty worth half a million
gucci gambino, they thinkin’ i’m half sicilian (uh)
gucci link, pinky flashin’ colors like chameleon (bing)
reptilian footwear, “the world is mine” read across the goodyear
we the only rappers that you should fear
diamond dallas never left the hood because i’m good here
threw ice in the patek philippe, and time stood still
if rhymes could k!ll, finished garments out the goodwill
slidin’ on some good wheels
all your jewelry fake, it just look real (fake ass sh*t)
i make the kind of tape they give a crook chills, for real (burr)
regular style, i got a foreign feel
catch him at the light, make him get out like jordan peele (get the f*ck out)
k!llers like damian lillard, shooters that score at will
my b*tch keep that thing on it like lauryn hill (the gucci gun)
[outro: mickey diamond & dj swab]
huh?
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser”
who shot ya?
“tec*9 in my dresser” (what?)
“arms reach when i’m sleep, i’m prepared for y’all”
“keep a tec*9 in my dresser”
“tec*9 in my dresser
who shot ya?
“arms reach when i’m sleep, i’m prepared for y’all”
“clean my guns everyday, tec’s don’t jam” (gucci ghost)
mic check, n*gga, i shot ya (boom)
“clean my guns everyday, tec’s don’t jam”

- mickey diamond big ghost ltd lyrics

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