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lirik lagu estee nack & v don - hightechnology

[intro: al.divino]
high technology, man
what up, v? huh?
deuze trey, boy
ayo, ayo

[verse 1: al.divino]
ramonda, ancient mind, the yay on consigment
same~timers, cayman islands vacation winin’ (woo)
change constant, constellations alignin’, you sound like a fake diamond (huh?)
decide my fate, work weekend, the cuddy signin’ siders (ha)
dimes, i don’t wanna dine ’em, i just dive in
only sign up for a solid check, need atleast a comma (atleast two, man)
all~white g wagon, wheat~bread insides, break a b~tch, it’s like a promise (ay)
probably got models on us like piranhas
rumors are real but not suprised, g~lock line ’em like rap paper pilin’
paesano, nato~nomics (word)
firework fuego, two lines of wock’, live like a linin’
hit a basic yin with the heist (f~ck outta here), lines like hyphens
false senses of entitlement, need for nothin’, i’m tied in (i’m tied in, man, mob ties, you heard?)
rhyme, your mind spin (woop)
descendant of wise men
vintage playboy, boris wild thin (you ain’t seen these sh~ts since 2006, man, look, uh)

[verse 2: borirock & estee nack]
book the fly~in at the denim tear after party (on dogs)
sellin’ raw to model b~tches, got ’em baggin’ forties (i got ’em baggin’ sh~t)
gotta have it on me, singin’ like a matrimony (i’m singin’)
on backstage, i bag yays, and they actually call me (yes, bad b~tches)
open for a d’ussé, courtesy of jigga (thank you, jigga)
you don’t get invited ’cause you a unwavy n~gga (you never there)
parçel on the shirt (yup), v cop some mondetta (v cop some)
jo adell on the belt (on dogs) when i pose for the picture (it’s me, n~gga)
he jackin’ my swag, be my vest, we pourin’ malbec (pourin’ malbec, yes)
gettin’ fresh, makin’ zombies relax (brrt)
no more free features, gotta charge you for that (i gotta charge you, oh yeah)
serve two mice, send people for you to hustle me flat, oh dogs (oye, son, oh)
[verse 3: estee nack & shaykh hanif]
player, say your prayers, i made it, so f~ck the nay~sayers (f~ck outta here)
came a long way from powders and grade weightings
it ain’t made up (trap), cuddy resemble a sp~ce invader
on the way up, i slow down the pitch speed but never changed up
check me (nack), made a career on ice like (woo) wayne gretzky
hunnid gram in the hefty
get lefty, full~lamb trenchy (fly)
nack resemblin’ jazz music, jeans be givenchy, i’m ventin’ the black benji (vroom)
don julio reposado sippin’ with lemonade
sweet serenade, and the perico was heaven~made (coño)
i whip a b~tch’ bad kids and they gettin’ better grades to the end of days (boot it up)
nackman a renegade solider (bra), hit the cow with the cobra
martillo make the cortea (that’s a cut), use it for multiplyin’ this coca
on the [?] broken, the cuddy no longer sober (huh, they high, look)
kept the money, eatin’ yakisoba (huh, bra)

[verse 4: shaykh hanif]
i up stick, cut fish like a fillet
down the one~way, doin’ a buck six
up six figures off of drug flips
i told ’em, “this a trey pound, but them .38 slugs fit”
this ain’t rappin’, i just talk and i vent
twenty~three hour lockdown, he had to talk in the vent
i made each sh~ll count, i never caught an attempt
and keep two hands on a .9 like a quarter to 10, yeah
i’m chairman mao mixed with cameron giles
i was livin’ hand to mouth, trappin’ out an abandoned house, huh
they can’t stand how i be standin’ out
designer sh~t i can’t pr~nounce, these off~brand n~ggas cramp my style
spend all my deniro on jewelry and these cars
flossin’ in dubai, girl, fix your keema
i got workers servin’ wake~ups in the nightshift
i run a tight ship, now we got the game in a vice grip
[outro]
i do what i do best, i takes course
you do what you do best, trying to stop guys like me

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