lirik lagu al.divino & estee nack - catacumba
[intro: al.divino]
woop (yo, yo, yo)
know what the f~ck we do, all day
ayo
[verse 1: al.divino]
brass knuckles between buckle, you chuckle (ha)
bubblin’ on the low, goyard duffle, rap sh~t got me befuddled
f~ck you doin’? (huh?), conduit, nothin’ less than don movements
not to mention, every single song super (woop)
still consecutive, his life stupid (f~ck outta here)
khukuri catacombs, crack music (woop)
look at ratatouille in the black buick (ah)
student of street sh~t, stackin’ blue notes
loopholes, shady, don’t ever play me too close, glucose (real)
you losers with computers do the most, move to coach (woop)
maneuver like a ghost, you not a ‘gician
face in mask with the machete [?], my mind amazin’ (ya heard?)
wickedness, the mink from the amazon, you get trampled on (f~ckboy)
bl!cked on, f~ck b~tches, versace sandles on (ah)
we pull a hamstring once the hammer drawn, it’s on (brrt)
[interlude: estee nack]
word (it’s on, n~gga, yo)
(yeah), listen (yeah)
ayo
[verse 2: estee nack]
cocaina, keep love, cucina (kitchen) with the receipe
ghetto demeanor, daddy yankee, i give ’em the gasolina (yeah)
crack the zima, style as a senior
hierarchy, hiroshima, halogen glowin’ off of the beamer (skrrt)
major league and center field, from out the high, i’m focused on how to fly (fly)
glisten, beyond design, unlimited albi, out for mine
attackin’ papers and countin’ dimes, yo
n~ggas who did heavy bids and braggin’ about the time (woah), i’m certified
[?], you watchin’ the flow to rise
droppin’ buckets and lettin’ my youngins watch as the soda fry, globalize
put a sh~ll in one of your opend eyes (buck)
take the charm off your neck and bring it to show the guys (yeah)
it’s no suprise, we shinin’ brightest in the ghetto
we vocalizin’, your closed mouth ain’t gettin’ you fed, n~gga (wee)
with all this f~ck sh~t, you never gettin’ ahead, n~gga (no)
better chances of you turnin’ up as a dead n~gga (a dead n~gga), word
[outro: estee nack]
listen to that sh~t, my n~gga (yeah, yeah)
chew it on, baby (uh~huh, word)
super nackman shinin’ (yeah)
divino, hit the motherf~ckin’ dance
we don’t venerate pieces of sh~t, you heard?
n~ggas don’t come out in h~~rds and in droves, youknahi’msayin’?
to celebrate some, uh, some f~ckboys, you heard?
like, they call everybody else f~ckboys, you heard?
we don’t—
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