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letra de eso-pranos - eso ent

[intro]
eso ent 2022 (yuh)
we on that jersey sh-t respectfully (yessir)
b-tch
aye, aye, aye

[chorus: kid ivy & yung sherif]
f-ckin’ wh0re don’t forget to close the door (b-tch)
when you leave my room don’t forget to close the door
yeah i wanna go to mars so i’m finna pour a four (okay)
this is our movie what the f-ck you actin for?
what the f-ck you actin’ for, i’ma knock you to the floor
esoteric f-ckin rich, but you actin really poor
i’m a boss call me tony, wanna-bes are f-ckin phonies
i’ma f-ck on your carmela turn her sh-t to rigatoni
[verse 1: kid ivy]
started out in high school and i knew i had to make it (aye)
all organic b-tch esoteric never fakin’ (okay)
being broke was not for me so i went and got that bacon
when they know you got that cheese b-tches never ever flakin

[bridge: kid ivy & paulie walnuts]
paulie, paulie, paulie
you’re not gonna believe this (wassup?)
he k!lled 16 czechoslovakians (huh, huh)
guy was an interior decorator!

[verse 2: kid ivy]
naaah ain’t no motherf-ckin’ way
you take the bus so you gotta stand and wait
i be on my p’s & q’s i ain’t ever took a break
we be in first and you stuck in last place

[verse 3: yung sherif]
f-ckin’ wh0re don’t forget to lock the door
know i’m chillin’ at the bing next i’ll hit the harlot store
count today as a blessing cause you know i’m comin’ for
any rats, snakes, or snitches p-ssy haters you some b-tches (b-tch)

[verse 4: kid ivy]
crucifix up on me know i’m gonna get you clipped
had to cut him off (why?) cause that p-ssy boy flipped
head to satriale’s and we choppin off your arms in the back
yeah i heard you made a song but that sh-t was f-cking wack
[bridge 2: yung sherif & paulie walnuts]
ayo paulie, paulie, paulie!
you’re not gonna believe this (what?)
he k!lled 16 czechoslovakians (f-ck)
guy was an interior decorator!

[verse 5: kid ivy & yung sherif]
turn her sh-t to rigatoni
eat her out like ravioli
yo b-tch look like ginny sac
i can’t hit it from the back
yeah we straight from jersey
and i’m speedin’ on the turnpike
yeah my flow is dirty
and i’ll hit you with an air-strike
[outro]
man…
rest in peace james gandolfini
what a legend

- eso ent

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