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liquor store liason - mickey diamond lyrics

[intro]
stay off them instagram stories and go make sure music, n*gga
hahaha
ooh, you mad*mad
tell me why you mad, my n*gga (hehe, di—)
tell me why you mad, my n*gga (diamond)
oh, you mad i’m stylin’ on you, huh? hahahahaha
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
who your favorite rapper? tell ’em what’s up
tell ’em [?] want smoke
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
i wrote this sixteen for breakfast

[verse 1]
i keep my blade ninja gaiden sharp, deliver pure jewelry by where you are
you wanna be the man? you gotta play your part
slangin’ darts, shout to method man for showin’ love, yo
we slayin’ charts, 2019, umbrella made a mark
made our way through the dark times, electrifyin’ like a raiden spark
the clip hold sixteen like a sega card
megatron don, savio vega, for paper, my n*ggas
tuckin’ razors all night infront the bodega
pole and .9, book my man, no biblioteca
two years for a gun charge, no criminal record
hide and program, paroli papers and ankle bracelets
same old song, you don’t wanna hear it? then change the station
controlled by fear, pack a tool and stay the safest
better yet, pack two, you know how blacks do
we was standin’ over stoves, cookin’ all cracks due
on sun tzu clownin’ rappers spittin’ on whack loops
you trash, son, your new tape sounded like the last one
sayin’ it’s the best yet, we prayin’ it’s your last one
playin’ with the god, you f*ck around and catch a bad one
tell me why you mad, my n*gga? (copenhagen, denmark)
[chorus]
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
i gotta feed my whole family with a bucket of fish
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
tell me why you mad, my n*gga?

[verse 2]
and still, my b*tch rock céline, dior, and jordan concords
i’m all for whatever if y’all n*ggas is on board
you ever need a hit, i’m the one n*gga you call on
promised every one of my people, i put ’em all on
dear, spring, it’s been a few years, you know our history
keepin’ my ears clean, on the streets, i’m hearing things
creep up on a n*gga, tryna keep his wills clean
shouts to all the people gettin’ real cream
gold*medal achievements, kept that old stove metal steamin’
said i leave it alone and never need it
on my toes, like doctor shows, the flow is orthopedic
rock ‘n’ roll with the glock low, i hope i never need it
in ’03 when cam’ron made “i really mean it”
i was in the field with the sharks like willie beamen
you was in the precinct singing like millie jackson
kickin’ war stories ’bout sh*t that ain’t really happend
[chorus]
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
i gotta feed my whole family with a bucket of fish
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
ooh, you mad*mad (diamonds)

[verse 3]
yo, wise words spoken in brief moments between us
when i bomb herbal, keep a sharp pen for verbal warfare
shade 45, we k!llin’ finals, diamond live, on air
send a prayer, be a careful, it’s gettin’ live out there
queen bees in my honeycomb, hideout in queen’s fort
we can come back when the money clear
healthy and much wealthy, a supreme*’94*lord excelsior
my soul fourty*four degrees celsius, last days we livin’ in
pardon my sentiment, militant minded
grindin’, wipin’ blood off my timberlands
no remorse for those who live blissfully in they ignorance
you been scared to jump on a track, you know who pen this is?
stackin’ rap dough to buy businesses
with franchise players who known to end games with classical finishers
spit phrases, magical sentences
sparin’ no reserve, push your favorite rapper back on the injured list
[chorus]
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
i gotta feed my whole family with a bucket of fish
f*ck what hoes said, i’m still takin’ money*phone pics
the blue strips, rubber band so the money don’t slip
that n*gga wouldn’t understand, i mean, f*ck it, he rich
now tell me why you mad, n*gga

[verse 4]
yo, lavish life, pure luxuries
n*ggas can’t f*ck with me
meanwhile, the so*called real keep gettin’ money
economy ’bout to crash, rappers be movin’ funny
n*ggas be doin’ too much, music don’t do it for me no more

[outro]
if the shoe fit, wear it
don’t, don’t n0body called my phone
don’t n0body called my phone
i was—, if i was talkin’ ’bout you, i done, i done put your f*ckin’ app right here
i love you deeply
let’s rap, let’s come outside
i don’t want none of my friends to hit me up
they ain’t ’bout nothin’
let’s rap, y’all

- mickey diamond lyrics

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