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nicholas craven, raz fresco & estee nack - fleece lyrics

[intro: estee nack]
oh
oh yeah
oh
yeah
ooh, yeah

[verse 1: estee nack]
remote control change the picture, i bake up a greater mixture (whip)
talking hands, them n+ggas ain’t playing with you (they ain’t f+ck around)
aim and hit ya, elixir (uh huh)
big dots on ya’ living room floor like it was a game of twister
cocaina crisco
plus he got his lil’ cookies if he need a nabisco
random tuesday night, that’s a g in the disco (i blew it)
i came in with two b+tches, couple g’s in the pistol
yeah, son (okay)
f+ck with short n+gga’s red rum
i give the bread, son, you get blessed with crumbs (take that, take that)
my program in need of them extra funds (i need it)
tip the fedora like [?]
my n+gga snitched and broke my heart like the the death of pun
strategize our every move
intelligent operations, the execution minimal complications (do it easy)
any [?] or the like is an abomination (k!ll that)
these n+ggas really be acting like they the one of satan
[verse 2: raz fresco]
[?] baggies in the back of allies (downtown)
this in my blood, i come from grammy nanny
she like you deadly, daddy
you ain’t see beef, you just a veggie patty
yo, passin’ the stacks’ll make me extra happy (mwah)
i stimulate legs in mademoiselle fatties
my talking activate erotic fantasies (ooh)
can it be, she looking like i came out the pantry (tryna heat me up)
power for info makes plays worth ashley
p+ssy is my pastime (mhm), but this paper is my passion, g (my passion)
ayo, my pops is still mad prophecies (what up pop)
i look at you n+ggas and learn what not to be (not to be)
preoccupied investigating marcus probably, proper intelligence moves, pradas clean (spell it out god)
yo (spell it out god)
i’m a player, but playing isn’t my philosophy (uh uh)
baby, i know you thinking how did he become a part of me (how)
she probably had me lookin’ like i’m aquaman, that’s underseas (wow)
too many undercover suckers that be public g’s (what you doin’)
you only touch a million, i let you touch the fleece (baby)
it’s marvelous (marvelous)

- nicholas craven raz fresco estee nack lyrics

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