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al.divino & estee nack – madriches lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
(exhibit)
bo+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot (bo+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
yaugh (bo+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
yaugh, yaugh
yo+yo+yo, yo
yeah

[verse 1: al.divino]
ayo, shoot guns, pursue funds, [?]
know a fiend that’ll boost a cough of a few [?]
smoke blunts like i got more than two lungs (smoke!)
sh+t i’m kickin’, it give a thoroughbred the goosebumps
your lunch get took (quick)
bullets in size of a baby foot (brrt!)
line you up like a walkthrough by the brook
get cooked, for thinkin’ that we half+way crooks, son (f+ck)
i turn your body to sugar off of a bad look
[?]
bottle type b+tch with the headwrap
braids, but she hood, keep the bl!ck, break a b+tch (woop!)
plays like a player (ah)
we get what we worth (yeah)
you just in the way (f+ck outta here)
f+ck minimum wage, kid, i’m tryna get payed (f+ck that)
speak wise words that’ll live for decades
ghetto timers concave (woop!)
the louis loafers is suede (ah)
dimes b+tches, i persuade, serenade ’til she throw it back like a grenade (blow, blow, blow, blow)
hey
[chorus: al.divino & estee nack]
just tryna f+ck mad b+tches, stack mad riches (ah)
yeah
tryna f+ck mad b+tches, stack mad riches (hey)
yeah (ah)
f+ck mad b+tches, stack mad riches (hey)
feel me? (know i mean?)
just tryna f+ck mad b+tches, stack mad riches (ayo, yeah, ayo)

[verse 2: estee nack]
jeremy spoken, mad shootin’
grass pollutin’ (smoke!)
parachute and the mask, i’m back recruitin’ (what up?)
revolution made in quarter houston (word)
kamasutra, valentine cuban, your presence, i find it stupid (n+gga!)
down and lucrative
maison margiela, make your mind up and drawin’ up the blueprint
bm colours is two cent (shine)
try the new scent (yeah)
smokin’ wild type of flavors (woop), you n+ggas square like now or laters with foul behavior (foul!)
wild to save ya
presence
man, woman and child, the radiance, the patrons ain’t makin’ pressure (see that?)
scr+pe the [?] (word), touch it, kick a wild lesson (it’s wild)
down with the stress and how the essence give out the blessin’ (woah!)
without the mention
knock you up out of the dimension
hyper tension
hustlers that like attention (b+tch)
light the piper, let it restin’ (word)
what?
f+ckin’ with the mansion, n+gga, is a dead investment (sh+t is dead, n+gga)
son (know i mean?), you know (you understand, son?), yeah (what?)
[chorus]
tryna f+ck mad b+tches, tryna stack mad riches (stackin’ mad money)
n+gga (yeah, doin’ aight though)
understand that
tryna f+ck mad b+tches, tryna stack mad riches (see me, son)
woo (coño, coño)
tryna f+ck mad b+tches, tryna stack mad riches (gleam!), motherf+cker
yeah [?]
tryna f+ck mad b+tches, tryna stack mad riches (word)

[outro: estee nack]
n+gga, que lo que [?] (yeah! oh!)
[?], my n+gga (yeah)
sepan te [?] palomo, you what i’m sayin’? (oh, ah)
it’s me, the nackman (yeah)
al.divino (woah), saco chino, my n+gga

- al divino estee nack lyrics

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