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letra de hiya designers - maze overlay & sadhu gold

[intro: estee nack]
ayo, when i spit my sh-ts silence to the motherf-ckin’ labs, n-gga (f-ck outta here, n-gga)
oh! (ayo)

[verse 1: estee nack & mickey diamond]
rock ya with the b-tter (woah!)
repeated hag makin’, stitch your face as if it’s stutterd (boaw-boaw-boaw!)
ain’t no hidin’ the fifth, we lift your cover, twist your mom dukes (oh)
had to lay the drip in like vanilla fondue, yo (drip)
get a copter some ill to respond to (woo!), harm you
carry two tecs with hallows, extended clips up in ’em (mad bullets!)
expensive denims, i’m a legend (yeah!), this ain’t a game, so why is you playin’? (don’t play with me, n-gga)
if it’s for the pay, then i’m slidin’ way (i’m in there)
nackie got the mind of a alien, gator skin sneakers (trash)
off of giuseppe, buscemi and christian louboutin (aha)
my n-ggas send flavors and make it super bliss
superman nackman, bonham and red dead revolver, trench coat cannon (boaw!)
lay a n-gga where he be mostly standin’ (you dead, n-gga!)
got the knowledge, but lack the understandin’
your fat is coming underhanded (yeah)
there’s cookies of runtz whenever the lungs are expendin’ (smoke!)
extra canvas, images that i reflect candon (cl!ck-cl!ck-cl!ck-cl!ck-cl!ck!)
let me get my sh-t off ([?])
ayo

[verse 2: mickey diamond]
roddy piper, if the b-tch hobby is choppin’ samples i’d probably wive her
n0body nicer, code name: viper
tiger uppercut, street fighter (ahh!), too hyper
vinyl cut, final fight, i might f-ck the whole cipher up (boom!)
like math hoffa, they had to wipe ’em up
my bars is like a falcon punch to your dome piece
our caption crunch to a n-gga with no t–th
we roam streets, no pun intended, n-ggas don’t want beef
i got the testicular fortitude of a fourty-two year old foreign dude who be on the move rockin’ god gun (woo!)
the [?] parmesean, godfather 3
don’t bother me or get my squad started unless you wanna see what lies beneath (what?)
designer sneaks, your head got a finders fee (brr!)
your girlfriend friend tryna fondle me
the head n-gga in charge, i’m not prodigy
drop prophecies on my first joint parallel
i hold the stick lateral, twist botanicals
this sh-t’s mechanical
my book of rhymes is like the babadook
bullsh-t you rappers do
you send me a wack track, i’ma send that sh-t right back to you (i’ma send that sh-t back!)
tryna ride this dusty road, knock your axle loose
crack yor fruit, drink your apple juice
i see it clear like a tour glass of absolute
i got created player attributes (it’s-it’s-it’s-it’s the umbrella, b-tch)
[bridge: maze overlay]
hoo (yeah)

[verse 3: maze overlay]
hot grey beluga
vintage labels and the finest tuna, fly maneuvers
i’ma skip the labels and just sign with puma (oof)
who the vander? black pies, honor the connoisseur with the big brain (oof)
maserati lookin’ like ving rhames when i switch lanes (vroom)
winchester, big game
sold caliber, no filler
all thriller, az coyote, the gold k!lla (k!lla)
did it for the fritos
had ’em losin’ weight like keto
illegal, the legal chippers flippin’ scripts like tarantino
calico vision, calico in the diesel, keep the passion balanced (yeah)
in my dreams jetskis, art galleries and fashion houses (oof)
splashin’ like a thousand orcas in the black and white forzas (uh)
takin’ mine by forbes ’cause you know (you know), they don’t like to pass torches
baddies treat us like slurpies workin’ hard like burpies
i ain’t surfin’, but i can get the pallet wet if you thirsty (big fish)
kombucha and the louis did it to us
binary triggers on the rugers (brrt)
fendi boosters smellin’ for the grapes and the henny juices
heaven pursue us been through h-ll with plenty shooters
buddah to the brain, classic strains for my entlightment (ah)
stupid flame, removin’ all the pain when i light this sh-t (light it up)
michael vick, sneaky with the cannon and i’m lightning quick
microfibers on the drip, who’s as nice as this? (who?)
penetrate the air waves like an ice pick
squeezin’ the industry tighted in a vice grip (ah)
for the presidental wirst and the nike kicks
just to get ’em muddy like a [?] by you
on my way up from all these punches like ryu (shoryuken!)
most high talk, northside skywalker rollin’ og in the sky, lord
throw the ride and park and let the mind go
abloh, communicatin’ with the cosmos (phew)
off-white [?]
side hoes in different time zones (ayo)
yo se hablo, my flow: tupac and picasso how i design those

- maze overlay sadhu gold

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