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letra de francisco​.​alberto​.​caamaño - estee nack

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intro:

ay yo yo yo yo yooooo you know what i mean, yeah yeah, roseman, jazz music woooah yeah, shooon!

verse:

smoke a quarter zip of this lato (yo!)
aficionado (uhuh), my crib is fulla sippers and models and n-ggas swiggin’ on liquor bottles (ching) hollows (yeah)
crooked convos (bah bah!) with ponchos and all mondo steaks (uhuh) sizzlin’ shake since sopranos, guzano (snake)
always tryina brown-nose a d-ck ride (woah), kiddies? who probably we controllin’ this i smile (ch-ching!)
fin’ go follow me this a different i load the big far more of a cigar liquor addicts that hold my pics done
and sh-t be gettin’ violent i got the right moves (bah!), sliced in two with the marvel crews, some o’ them like to loot
f-ckin’ with the nackmandela h-ll of a rifle (brrrah!) you’ve ducked about the filling with every type of tool (k!ll ya!)
boom like the fuse strap sh-t, sound like the blues hit (uhuh!)
got me some jewels with the life i’m really get tight with jewels (doo doo doo doo)
brought it to the new minimansion with twice the bronze (yo), at the boricuas? if she wit’ me she got the right to choose (what’s up baby?)
hyper moves in this life i proven so the science mathematics for one of the 90 units is sold to clients
all the lines is holdin’ key incredible tragic n-ggas from chatter? street, impressive weed we so defined (yeah bro we [?]!)
blow the irons all lines, n-gga (bah bah bah, yahhh!)
yo we was so we the fly sh-t (fly!), throw a dye drip, i slip and light a piff i’mma dip to find the b-tch so that i can vibe we posin’ like the high street
nothin’ but touchdowns and wild scores (uhuh!), through calogero? sold ’em makin’ more than saddam hussein’s skorpio cointelpro (proooo!)
got you with the fingers and elbows (yeah), and sn-tch the strikes off the sh-lltoes like velcro (yahh!)
heaven that’s my home but i came from out of this h-ll though (uhuh) when now i drip in white sh-ll bro (i’m fly!)
bands offa cell phone is worth at least a hunned stacks and maybe yo’ mother condo, alonzo (yeah!)
i gotta go when i’m holdin’ diamonds of golden champale (too too too)
kickboxin’ the bricks broke a tom pow, lawnmower mini mcqueen poncho (uhuh!)
bundle the green poncho…
i want my stash now n-gga, yeah, you know what i’m sayin’? i want the moaf-ckin’ bread, baby! nackman, we need a basket, son yo!
pull up in a fondue? is cookies and wooden kick i’m lookin’ to get you straight if you dyin’ to earn it we cookin’ the measure weight (boo boo boo boo boo…)
cats who got they whole 9 lives to get a section 8 (bah bah bah!) livin’ kendall west burn x in days (uhuh)
fetch yo’ plates, rats on the grass catchin’ snakes that’s great (i got it!)
at last to flake (ching!), you fools’ passin’ date
might just need to have to check your plates don’t exaggerate homie the flow don’t fascinate yo
i’m poppin’ off the next to procrastinate
outro:

just get it straight son we movin’, constant motion you know what i’m sayin’, son don’t chill stays hot, keep playin’ us in orbit, (ohhhhhh) we in these n-ggas man mr. rose you feel me, nackman, nackmandela
politickin’ keepin’ the caddies cl!ckin’
showin’ revolution n-gga and franci correto? caamaño my n-gga, ching! (ohhhhhhhhhhh, yeahhh!)

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