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letra de horacio - estee nack & mike shabb

[intro: estee nack]
shine
yeah, oh yeah (shine!)
n—– better act like they supposed to know (like you know, son)
whoa, you crazy, son?
straight bugged out, son (word, son)
what the f-ck is wrong with you, n—-? (horacio)
stupid n—-
uh huh, yeah
shine!

[verse 1: estee nack]
ayo, bulletproof benz, we rollin’ in dough (trap)
we was never bum dealers, or sold n—– soul (we official)
f-ckin’ magnificent b-tches while holdin’ they throat, okie-doke (d-mn)
baby with the big ass, swollen, get poked (mami!)
it’s awful hard, sh-t, whatever be floatin’ your boat (what you need?)
bodyguard, hands like muhammed ali- rope-a-dope, holy [?]
heroin in my overcoat (trap)
rollin’ smokе and got o’s of coke, (trap) no joke
i’m doin’ whatevеr to stay afloat and live the best (uh huh)
hit your chest with the black smith & wess (baow!)
i gave cuddy a piece of this new sh-t to test (oh yeah)
if he can bring me some money, f-ck it, then he can get the rest (ad-lib)
smash the powder with the press and make it solid (work)
ancient knowledge, hidden messages for rakin’ dollars (money!)
fake scholars, fallin’ victim if he ain’t polished
this [?] is given by [?]
word
[verse 2: rome streetz]
ayo, start with knowledge, they novice, them n—– not this (nah)
fly, obnoxious- glock with a aftermarket cartridge (bah bah!)
push a fast foreign object, the one who god blessed
always stay on guard or get mauled and left with scarred flesh
any song i’m on is a bar fest, flawless
got cuddies all across new york callin’ to score sh-t (what you need?)
wh0res takin’ cocaine snorts, comin’ out [?]
mdma in pill form, dropped it in water
a midnight marauder, my mind’s like a mortar
your [?] aura, kick it wide open if the door shut
i transcended from outta the trap house to the tour bus
got ‘em in a trance like hypno when i walk up
the hoes turn that sh-t the f-ck off when it’s your stuff (y’all n—– trash!)
i’m much more raw, you’ll never measure up enough (nah)
you know the drill, i’m tough like a holyfield uppercut
overk!ll, put holes in your shield, aim it above your gut (bah bah!)
between your eyes like a bindi
you know the vibes
beeb dumpin’ guys head first in the benz since my entry
leave him with bl–dy wounds and injuries, (ha) motherf-cker

still, we don’t talk like that around children

- estee nack mike shabb

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