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letra de nagasaki - al.divino

[intro]
yo
ayo-yo-yo, yo

[verse 1]
i know what i’m destined for, this the essence, lord
sit you by my porsche (whoop)
ready for whatever, if it’s war, let’s get it on like (blow-blow-blow)
marvin, [?]
throw it all away, if you play with my name: nagasaki, let rockets off, son
(blow-blow-blow, blow, blow-blow, blow)
[?], allahu akbar (whoop!)
disappear like david blaine out the back of the cop car, son (let’s go)
trash hotel rooms like rockstars, blitzkrieg (you hear me?)
my bl!cky like, “what the l!ck read?” (brrt! brrt!)
we don’t pop percs and sip lean, we sell that sh-t to fiends
think sh-t sweet ’til the icepick sit in your spleen though (hold that)
triple c-note, stack chips like casinos, assassino (whoop!)
my homies tryna stay up out thе state pen, watch his seeds grow (you feel me?)
cuddiеs on the corner wildin’ like steve-o (wildin’)
still the illest, that sh-t clear like tito’s (see that?)
kitchen knife cut you like a t-bone steak (hold that!)
bet you crumble under pressure like frito-lays (keep stayin’ st-rdy, son! you hear me?)

[chorus]
what can i say that ain’t already understood? we just some youngins from the hood
up to no good, yo (wildin’!)
yo (whoop!)
we just tryna make it out
[verse 2]
models rollin’ off molly
makin’ out on a thousand-dollar couch (ay!)
knock you out like xanax
man of respect, i demand it (give me that!)
dance of death, talkin’ boxcutters
block-hugger, don’t get shot this summer, son (blow-blow-blow, blow-blow-blow, blow)
keep it pushin’, my nefertiti knees melt like hot b-tter (whoop!)
voices in my head make the pen move (hah)
if that paper don’t hit my pocket
i don’t step foot in the venue (you heard?)
we put in pain while you pretend to (yeah)
test me, you wouldn’t attempt to
move like tenchu, stick-ups when the rent due (blow-blow-blow, blow-blow-blow)
y’all couldn’t f-ck with me on my worst day
we serve yay friday to thursday (all day)
jake got more questions for me than a survey (swoop!)
coke oil gourmet, gore-tex sorbet
my loyal copper ‘fill the court case (poof)
bomb, f-ck up outta here

[chorus]
what can i say that ain’t already understood?
just some youngins from the hood, up to no good
we tryna make it out (you hear me?)
[outro]
we just tryna make it out, we just tryna make it out
(where my real ones? feel me? what? what?)
yeah, we just tryna make it out, we just tryna make it out, lord (huh?)
yeah

- al divino

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