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letra de dodge caravan - estee nack & mike shabb

[intro: estee nack]
“we’re at the tabernacle in the wilderness”
ad-lib, oh yeah, oh yeah
oh yo yo yeah ay yo (let me—yeah, let me get the mothaf-ckin’ adlibs, son! whoa!)
ay yeah yeah yeah ay yeah
ay yo yo yo ay yo
shabbo! n—– know!

[verse 1: estee nack]
f-ck with his papers, he might crease
[?] white jeep, the sh-t n—– be writin’ deep, hide and seek (boo)
sniper scope vision, the border rifle peekin’ at n—–
buildin’ and reachin’ while you sleepin’
finders keepers (that’s mine)
that’s an ass whoopin’ of some other typе of [?]
always the bad breath n—– that really likе this custom sh-t about nothin’ (don’t give a f-ck)
i don’t really give a f-ck about all your light production- fight corruption (uh huh)
book of nackie chan
nack mandela carry the black gat from pakistan, son (bah bah bah bah)
sippin’ a black and tan, wrappin’ grams (trap)
yo, i’m half amazing, n—– actin’ like half a man (p-ssy)
mac-10 out the side of the dodge caravan
battle plan, messages run on a higher databand (doot doot doot doot doot doot)
i tried to squash the drama with hat in hand (toma!)
n—– turn on their momma just tryna gather sand (d-mn)
[chorus: stove god cooks & estee nack]
i dare you to come against me (sh-t is crazy, son)
i dare you to sell me a ki
i change whole lives with this wrist
slept over, spent all night with these bricks
i dare you, n—-, i dare you

[verse 2: stove god cooks]
i ain’t doin’ interviews no more (hahaha)
i’m too raw, shimmy shimmy ya (shimmy shimmy ya)
feds heard my album, (shimmy ya) now they’re diggin’ up the yard (shimmy ya)
got my momma callin’, she like “i thought them days was gone”
i’m like “me too,” but if this don’t work you know i used to walk big dog down the block-
that st. bernard
shoveled snow and made it hard
i’m god (i’m god!)
busta lit the candle, (he did) roc cracked the door (he did)
gunn put me on, now he start turnin’ into don (woo!)
nah, he really got me lit, though (hahaha)
griselda is the army, better yet marines (brrr, bah bah bah)
i went alicia with the keys/ki’s (stove)
scorpion- the team (woo)
you know, we listened to your album, that sh-t was “zzzzzzz, zzzzz, zzz” (hahaha)
we be them boys, w e b, the boys, mixed with chapo
man, i’m [?]
see, i turnt these letters into numbers
i was cookin’ ’til the pot broke
you n—– not stove (no)
like, not close (no)
like, like, hold on nack (hahaha)
i wake up, talk to god and text my daughter (what’s up, baby?)
brush my t–th with champagne, thinkin’ i hope it got through the border
he said it looked good in the plastic, i’m like “it oughta” (for real)
but you end up whippin’ gremlins, that sh-t get real different in the water (haha)
yeah, i like that, keep goin’
[chorus: stove god cooks]
i dare you to come against me
i dare you to sell me a ki
i change whole lives with this wrist
slept over, spent all night with these bricks (hahaha)
i dare you, n—-, i dare you

- estee nack mike shabb

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