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letra de guatemalanguala - al.divino & estee nack

[intro: al.divino]
sh-t, we the greatest, man (doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
you already know

[verse 1: al.divino & estee nack]
ayo
walk what i talk, tomahawk sharp (bing-bing)
split your [?]
if my confidant large (blow-blow, blow), kamikaze, let off the firearm
carbon copy (bing-bing-bing-bing-bing)
arm robbery, mold the b-tch’ brain like pottery
paul papacy (dough), c-notes constant lit (yeah)
street scholars with llams on ’em, live like i hit the lottery (chi-ching)
models minajin’ my [?]
dollars fallin’ from the sky like ace at the cleaners
obese pockets stuffed like papelitos
pop the eagle, (blow-blow, blow), eager perico, pita chips
we quick with liquidos (yeah)
eat the sh-t, left my dominicana diva sick, tryed to keep my whip (f-ck)
yo, common knowledge, we keep a stick (brrt!)
leave your bean split
not the one you wanna beef with, elite sh-t (woah)
clic’ by the case
clean sniff (yeah), unique trip
box logo, supreme knit, son
me and nack like a solar eclipse (bing-bing-bing, bing)
not everybody suppossed to see this sh-t (oh, son)
[verse 2: estee nack]
smoke reefer
loud cheeper, blow through the speaker (it’s foul!)
i’m comin’ through to teach the weaker
but at the same time i’m still on the creek with geekers (i’m trappin’)
my g’s keep it street, i’m sendin’ you wicked n-ggas to meet the reaper (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow!)
green leaf, peep the features (aha)
smoke herb but gettin’ brains embossed, burglar in the buildin’, n-ggas both murder (i’m fly)
al.divino, nack
capital gains, i’m bringin’ the growths further (ching!)
f-ckin’ with streets, i’m one of the most certain
mad legends in my team, n-gga, the mini mansion, the g.o.a.t. herd, uh (go)
hop in a hummer then ghost, i been hunnid from my approach (aha)
by each city seven b-tches eager for me to bomb coast
purses, i feed ’em with lines of coke (sniffin’!)
product dope, grand 2012
in 2019 this white sh-t is alright (it ain’t wrong)
still be cuttin’, she bumpin’, give me the slice (to me), i make a trap in broad daylight (aha)
lack you infront the graveside, pay the price (bow!)
roll with your favourite dice, still take a loss
and breakin’ bosses, spray you n-ggas with agent oranges (bow-bow-bow-bow-bow-bow!)
amazin’, [?] sematic pages offerin’, made it live
ain’t a fortune that, i’m givin’ you n-ggas you could get off with (yeah!)

[outro: estee nack]
woah, you n-ggas [?] or you could get tossed quick (oh!)
woah, motherf-ckers [?] this sh-t so cold you get frost bit, yeah (frost bit, yeah)
nack daddy, al.divino, what’s the muhaf-ckin’ plan, ya (yeah-yeah, cha!)
i raise two-zero, two-zero, you b-tch ass n-ggas ain’t no heroes, woah (yeah)
oh, yeah, yeah, yeah
[?], oh, oh, sh-t
but you ain’t incredible
it’s not the motherf-ckin’
irish men, n-gga, you get bow-bow-bow!

- al divino estee nack

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