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al.divino & estee nack - d.c.f. babiez lyrics

[interlude]
skiing is the same way, you know?
people out here get on skis and they just think they can overcome the world, maybe it’s—
head down, moss down there, ’cause i see in here other people

[intro: estee nack & al.divino]
oh (swoosh)
(high as ruler right now, man), that’s right
(slidin’ on ’em, man), aha
(standin’ on f_ckin’ passenger seat, man), it’s a vibe, man
(hangin’ out the f_ckin’ sunroof, boy)
ayo (yeah, huh?), ayo (yo), ayo

[verse 1: al.divino]
we dcf babies, bought up brazy all the mercedes
macgyver through the most, sh_t ain’t always all gravy, you know? (ain’t always all good, man)
how you ain’t got it but lazy? (huh?), by the dollar, you gotta pay me
barnum and baileys, plus i’m not mob related, raised by wise guys
wonder why i talk crazy, kick shotty out the telly, tellin’ me i ain’t sh_t (aha)
like i don’t know already (i know!)
eight_one_thousand sniff, resi’ on the scazzy lookin’ like some cake mix (ay!)
stick the connect, ditto, dusty poke on the plaintiff (ah)
plays look like a player kit (aha)
been lit, you late as sh_t, fish filet flip (shh)
now and later post_nasal drip
layed on naomi campbell look alikes, cook naked in the crib
used to play the strip on the crumb (woo)
now the crème brûlée dish
five tower fifth, uzi like i went and iced out my thick shorty
[interlude 2: estee nack & al.divino]
oh my god! (know i’m sayin’?)
sh_t_sh_t, better pay me, b_tch (i want my money upfront, mama), you know?
cha!

[verse 2: estee nack]
yo, salami con queso frito, paloma todo mucho chito (you a f_ckin’ kid!)
you not with the block, shot n_ggas through the peephole (grra!)
keep it loaded, make the heat blow (blow!)
i’m reachin’ quotas, i’m tryna keep dough (money!)
you ’round the way, n_ggas is minor league though (a little n_gga)
shinin’ piece glow, teach hoes how to finesse, tricks might just hit a freak show (yeah!)
medellín snow, a diamond_ring blinger b_tch for each toe
you never stood a chance, son, the kid finito (it’s over)
caught n_ggas f_ckin’ with [?] (oh!)
sh_t is digustin’, you makin’ trips rushin’ (whoop)
cops at the door, it’s down with this sh_t flushin’ (d_mn)
thousand my chips, we countin’ up bricks, plushin’ (yeah)
now mercedes_benz s 550 amg for the whip, crushin’ (cha_cha!)
bad b_tches had the 55 doubles (aha)
king sized beds up off the avenue though
you and me is not compareable (never)
parables, we like jonah backwards (aha)
trappin’ different, listen, we not with the cap, drippin’ prophylactic (shine!)
hat tricks, sabre scan, you rattin’ up for actress (bing_bing_bing_bing_bing_bing_bing)
seem as if you need some more practice
quarter bag of fix, figure four, backflips and all wack sh_t (aha)
[outro: estee nack]
i wanna f_ckin’ hear that, man

- al divino estee nack lyrics

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