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letra de tuffer than dice - dj swet & milano constantine

[estribillo: n-wise allah (x2)]
ayo, milano, dime qué pasó… otro palo
ten cuidado, beware del veterano
let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
still putting it down por si acaso

[verso : milano constantine]
yeah, y’all n-ggas fabricating stories
from these raps i made the glory, “warrior” tattooed on me
sh-t, i’m a different category, pockets filled with chicken cacciatore
biochemist in the laboratory backup off me

six feet social distance, n-ggas make motion pictures
so definitive, n-ggas mimic think it’s dope up in it
chauffeur driven suburban trucks, yeah, koko b. ware
y’all n-ggas birds to us, wrap you up in persian rugs

words are murdеrous, load the ammo, put up your dough to gamble
n-ggas carry sticks, no roman candles, soldiеrs’ll blam you
joe dimaggio, i’m a legend, you know my status, though
antidote, bury you n-ggas up in the catacombs

this salvatore ferragamo kid, n-gga, my moto is
ringside cus d’amato sh-t, moët bottles in the fridge
louis the 16th, coogis in mint green
i gave you sl!ck things, is constantine been in the greedy streets
gun fire like the middle east, a little yeast that’ll make the bread rise
colombian necktie, those your best rhymes?
scrub n-ggas, left eye, chilli and t-boz
d’s in a nissan flew overseas to recharge

boricua and africano, super fly bagging y’all hoes
in back off the tahoe pockets filled with cilantro
my sh-t knock, though, ultraviolet make the crops grow
twenty plus in this sh-t, n-gga, h-ll of a milestone

romeo and julieta, came with a few muñecas
on my block, with some latin kings and a few ñetas
n-ggas catch up, chain all vvs
my boys selling pill out his crib, think it’s a cvs

the fiends geeking, yes, got ‘em scratching like the 1200s
world summit, sat with ogs and got some pearls from it
my sh-t raw like “liquid sword”, “4th chamber”
see me fly in some cross trainers, scientist’s how my thoughts create it

harlem nights like richard pryor
catch me riding in a hybrid, mobb deep’s “temperature’s rising”
infamous keep penning all this thrilling sh-t
my hill is lite manhattan av, where hustlers and k!llers live

[estribillo: n-wise allah (x2)]
ayo, milano, dime qué pasó… otro palo
ten cuidado, beware del veterano
let it rain on these palomasos, sin hambre no hay hustle
still putting it down por si acaso

- dj swet milano constantine

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