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letra de 1stshallblast - estee nack & machacha

[skit]
i was in the back, but i’m now in the front, huh
the last, huh, shall be the first, huh

[intro]
yeah-yeah, yeah-yeah (possibly)
nack disney
i’m in my groove, yo (f-ck with nack)
ayo (nack)

[verse 1]
navy marine bags, chemical smoke, yo
coach you, came for the green bags, get me some rope, rollercoaster (woah!)
from medellín, that’s incredible coke
supreme salvatore with loafers, hold the toaster, we match sweaters in coach (we the flyest!)
how many years a n-gga need last? pedellin’ dough (d-mn)
how many shortiеs with a mean ass is lettin’ me pokе? (mami!)
zombie n-gga with a ski mask, sell n-ggas snow
watch out for the vultures, snake-skin snipers, sammy sosa (heroin!)
b-tch, i thought you was dark skin and (the f-ck?)
we came in with the missle launchers and started spinnin’
spark your image
you missin’ all of your parts, pretendin’ (you f-ckin’ up)
sayin’ a lot, but i wish you wanted to talk spinach conversation (money!)
the f-ck you sayin’ if it doesn’t involve the cash? (ching!)
think you really playin’, n-ggas comin’ with all the jazz (f-ck outta here!)
i’m makin’ my way up in the slum with a larger task (i’m gettin’ bread!)
dig your sh-t up, may it been a bum in a garbage bag (no way!)
[?]
[chorus]
(know i’m sayin’? rockin’ from one to nine, you know what i’m sayin’?)
quick, fast, son (preach it into existence)
first shall be last (aha)
ayo (schyeah)
you thought that you could get one over on me, huh?
son (no)
you thought that you could get one over on me
h-ll no (schyeah)

[verse 2]
fully amoured, stand inside shadows, wise pharaoh, son (king)
i can read any of these guys tarot, block the sky with arrows
immediately in fly apparel, yo (fly!)
hit the leaf for repeatin’ mind travels
no time for battles just (nah!) clock work, he rock percs, just rush the spot first (we here)
he let his glock burst, stop servin’, this is a non-church (bow-bow-bow-bow!)
i ain’t preachin’ to these half friends, it gets a lot worse (k!ll you!)
tryna reach into your caskets and get ya (f-ck outta here)
hands up outta my pockets, so you ain’t do sh-t (you ain’t done a thing)
i’m just definin’ the profits, it’s too exclusive, got to war then
tyin’ up the losses, maneuver truces (stackin’ money)
(schyeah!)

[chrous]
ayo, you thought that you can get one over on me
huh? son (no)
you thought that you can get one over on me

- estee nack machacha

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