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teflon tactics - mickey diamond lyrics

[intro]
i’ve warned you, my buddy stroil was underpassed
hahahaha, you tryd to match my stroil and failed
bd 3, n*gga, ayo i s–, ayo i s–
danger [?]–
come on what’s your choil?

[verse]
ayo, i stall on these rap records, don’t i?
do it to your favourite rapper, won’t i?
kick it like a soccer team in barcelona
youngan played the block like deandre from the corner, what?
fifty grams and all dog, yeah i seen it
my n*gga kept the block litty, billie jean and uh
back when a dollar got you four loosies, i was in the mall shootin’ christan york movies
starrin: “your’s truely”, used to skip school and get hot
coolie front line with the hoolis and fly nick cougies, rockin’ 96 jewelery, cuban links i’m only built for
drop your favourite top*tier rapper of the tenth floor and watch ’em, four nines, jewlery staight i get in melbourne (by the way)
i hold the ruger sideways when i’m in rare form (brr)
my game n*ggas positive energy, we ain’t gotta be enemies, we ain’t gotta be friends either, the grim reaper, still sweep your buildin’ like the antkeeper, keep your chin tucked in
my pen be the best kept secret, they wanna get my crew a deal like groupon (yeah)
shots dumpin’ out the yukon (stop!)
n*ggas better cut it out like coupons
tap your leg with the strap while you sleepin’ on a futon, like “yo where my crew*tons?” i need that
be on the side of your whip like grey poupon, you could believe that
these rappers can’t fight in real life, they flight react
i write these raps for fly thugs and shiesty cats, i’m like if jesus christ could rap
so what if god was one of us (it’s the umbrella, b*tch)
my squad could run a muck
winners and sinners, they never remember the runner up, i’m tryna run it up, you run it up, i spin you like revolvin’ doors
round of applause, we could train smoke all aboard
my young n*ggas sn*tchin’ jewels like the holocaust, you better know better, be a hall o’ gram at coach*lla (diamond)
i got to rap about my low sweater, the navy blue, usa with the bold letters, this sh*t from ’93 and it’s still crispy like cold lettuce, your b*tch see my fit, i might steal her, jerome bettis, come on
n*ggas f*ckin’ up bad, where should i start first?
your whack ass verses or your tacky ass artwork
you duckin’ when i throw ’em, my darts hurt
i heard you n*ggas live on the outskirts, i played your new tape and it sound dirt
it’s god sound church, i lay the ground work, to get it in your town you gotta get it outta town first
i ain’t wanna hear your washed up, waterd down verses (what?)
i’ma let these other clowns purchase, what the f*ck?
[outro]
hahahaha, you are no match for my
stroil, now you’ve learned that you cannot buck me, yes
diamond, bd 3, n*gga!

- mickey diamond lyrics

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