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too good to be true - mickey diamond lyrics

[intro: mickey diamond & scott g]
god sound, diamond dallas, dark arts
scott g (it’s me, n*gga)
black jesus

[verse 1: scott g & mickey diamond]
twisty top of your f*ckin’ neck, meet jamaica
watchin’ your mother cry bring me joy like i need a baker (hahaha)
my demons is evil by nature (right)
black talents out the jeep make you kiss the street
my favourite b*tch is shootin’, she bussin’ then twist the leaf (pff)
she hit the dm and meet and leave ’em restin’ in pieces, the b*tch is lethal, i never leave her
n*ggas talkin’ like hustlers, i don’t believe ’em (don’t)
you never had cokе on your fingertips unless you sniffin’ it
i spray, that’s a tone undеr package, made me a dummy brick
the price too good to be true, truth
i bus’ it open on the only corner where real [?] get food you (hahaha)
uh, n*ggas to gullible, my attitude combustable, combined with the fact that this fourty*five*inch’ll bust at you
listen, i got no proper visitin’ than where you live in and touchin’ you (boom)
a quick five will have the worst n*ggas alive discussin’ you (uh)

[verse 2: mickey diamond & scott g]
yo, i’m too familar with bank departments, o’– (diamond)
o’ blue eyesed by n*ggas, no frank sinatra
we still breakin’ records like curry on the court
now tell us what you love more, the money or the sport?
crossover, fade away it, i micheal j. it (he’s on fire!)
stove still broke, we cook in the mircrowave, i might complain, i’m still blessed, i k!ll a mic a day
run your jewels and keep twos like the nra
i pop the steel and leave you stucked with doctor bills (boom)
the coupe got the roof missin’ like dr. phil, uh
we was youngans lookin’ for a pipe to steal, now these little n*ggas lookin’ for a block to drill
it’s–, it’s danger in the field, no rodney
rip little ronnie, it still feel funny, n*ggas wasn’t even twenty, f*ck it, get money and be cool before these n*ggas f*ck around and turn your lights out, uh
[outro: scott g & mickey diamond]
hahaha
n*ggas talkin’ like hustlers, i– (had n*ggas scared to bring they ice out)
uh, godsound (n*ggas talkin’ like hustlers i–, boom)
i turn your lights out
uh (n*ggas talkin’ like hustlers, i–)
had n*ggas scared to bring they ice out
black jesus (n*ggas talkin’ like hustlers, i–)
diamond dallas

- mickey diamond lyrics

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