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letra de nack+hoot - estee nack & machacha

[intro: borirock]
(suffering)
(watch out)
(coño), grrt, yo nack (¿que lo que? yessir)
how you doin’, n-gga? (coño)
nack daddy, nackie chan
teflon motherf-ckin’ hoot (el diablo), hootie teflon (bow)
borirock (rock), el hooto, nack, on dogz, n-gga
yeah (grrt), ah, look (ya)

[verse 1: borirock]
my music for people who smother coke and ketmies (brrt, yo, papi)
your music for cornb-lls and radio disney (get that out)
i tryed to f-ckin’ warn y’all, now i’m too busy (i’m finna show you)
she eat it like a corn dog, suck it like a hickey (suck me)
this b-tch p-ssy grease, i stashed the coke in it (let’s do it)
any b-tch that wanted to leave, i opend the door for them (i got you, b-tch)
be happy you got exposed to a legend (it’s mе)
can’t jump me, my only goal is to get it (on dogz)
i don’t do relationships (no), i makе a brick before i make a ditch
’cause fishscale, i never lose faith in it (that’s cocaine)
got trust issues in years linin’ n-ggas up (ooh, check that, baby)
you would’ve gave her the world, she couldn’t give a finger up (it’s on)
all i got for hoes is d-ck and finger sucks (on dogz)
finger up b-tt, bust a nut on a kinkel sl-t (you a little b-tch)
diggin’ you up, yeah, i can talk, but i got my bl!cky tucked (tucked)
wish it was luck, can’t spit it like us, b-tch, we really the one (touchee)
[chorus: borirock & estee nack]
catch me and nack in the maybach cuttin’ bricks in half (aha, nack)
lot of n-ggas rap, we don’t play that ’cause we think it’s trash (brrt, you trash, n-gga, trash)
you don’t really got no substance, n-gga (no)
my plug get kilos in abundance, n-gga (brrt, papi)
catch me and nack in the maybach cuttin’ bricks in half (brrt)
lot of n-ggas rap, we don’t play that ’cause we think it’s trash (bow, no, borirock, dogz)
you don’t really got no substance, n-gga (no)
my plug get kilos in abundance, n-gga (on dead dogz, ayo, son)

[verse 2: estee nack]
blue and cream, run through your team (k!ll you)
bend shorty over the table, then i blew out steam (yeah)
ninja turtle, the whip colour somethin’ like mutant green (oh)
put the scale away after the residue is cleaned, shootin’ seam (ching)
in the ghetto where n-ggas live or die, hit ’em high (bow)
cuff a cuddy a duby just to get ’em by, energize (aha)
thousand-eight units, son, i’ma let ’em fly (trap)
i been trappin’ long as you little n-ggas been alive, yo (ad-lib)
every time i’m in lynn, it’s a vibe all over, lit (it’s lit)
won’t give my life and my pride, but i probably take your’s over it (k!ll you)
these are topics that y’all are slow to get
my knowledge is universal, certainly god know his sh-t (schyeah)
y’all strugglin’ like skinny b-tches that tryna hold a pig
don’t forget i’m the ultimate, coca chips he done made from scratch (whip)
only praises, the customers never gave ’em flat (nah)
like, “nack daddy, that was some really amazing crack” (it was great)
aimin’ the tec for the minimansion
my n-ggas flamin’ tracks, getting stacks (money)
our recognition’s from here to spain and back (we global), watch as our enemies fade to black (aha)
we came for the money, you n-ggas came to rap (f-ck outta here)
rocket pack (rocket pack), yo (yo, boom)
baby shakin’ that cake right infront of me, i’ma watch it clap (bla-bla-bla-bla-bla)
i ain’t havin’ no talkin’ back
legal money stackin’, i almost forgot to trap (ouch, yeah)
[chorus: borirock]
catch me and nack in the maybach cuttin’ bricks in half (aha, nack)
lot of n-ggas rap, we don’t play that ’cause we think it’s trash (brrt, you trash, n-gga, trash)
you don’t really got no substance, n-gga (no)
my plug get kilos in abundance, n-gga (brrt, papi)
catch me and nack in the maybach cuttin’ bricks in half (brrt)
lot of n-ggas rap, we don’t play that ’cause we think it’s trash (bow, no, borirock, dogz)
you don’t really got no substance, n-gga (no)
my plug get kilos in abundance, n-gga (on dead dogz)

[outro]
(machacha [?])

- estee nack machacha

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