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nicholas craven, raz fresco & estee nack - roll up the rim lyrics

[intro: estee nack]
oh yeah
escúchame
ven acá, papá
n+ggas know everytime i come, [?]
n+ggas is science, we showing proof, son
¿tú ‘tá loco e’?
so if i say i wanna show you some sh+t (woh)
my n+gga ([?])
i’ma show you some sh+t (yeah, te vo’a pone’ alante)
oh (yeah)
palomo
[?]
check it

[verse 1: estee nack]
mantequilla (b+tter), pop off like pancho villa [?] stepping in the arena
[?] half them guys with you be there (f+ck you up)
cero porquería, crowd pleaser
when in rome, the locals call me caesar
planet of the apes, get papes (money)
cigarette [?] i open websp+ce, yo
i f+ck with her even though she a headcase (she crazy)
we in bed late but not sleeping (we f+cking), got her practicing her s+x faces
infinite g+spot reaching (oh)
she wind it up like cassette tapes, hot season (it’s hot)
we runnin’ lots around the block, weezy serve tweakers (get money)
it ain’t a product if it’s not pleasing, curb teachers (uh huh)
i whisper something in her ear and left the bird speechless
got some burnt features
ain’t no way that you could reach us, we stupendous (great)
twist the caribbean chamaquitas (mami)
countin’ numbers just like the local census (g)
you n+ggas on some bullsh+t, some my n+ggas, we on the benches (trappin’)
uh (palomo)
leaving bad b+tches in suspenses (oh sh+t, they goin’ crazy)
ooh, yeah
a n+gga pulling up like suspenders (that’s f+cked up)
(don’t do that) f+cking playing with me, man (i’ma call the cops on you b+tch)
are you f+cking with me man? (don’t do that crazy sh+t)
[verse 2: raz fresco]
look listen
my dna is where this game is (nature)
ayo
i’m the sun, tell me what planet coulda [?]
you forcing syllables to rhyme rippin’ out ya’ pages (f+ck this)
you thought that fame meant respect, but that’s not the same thing (nah)
she want my name in her skin, rest in peace king asiatic same tree, me and nack mental twins
kids, you just a 10+bit
was rollin’ up on rims goin’ in while you was rolling up the rim for a quick drink
baby, i’m not a ticket
my wisdom kurt angle fitness, you win ’em by submission, that’s the ism in it (the ism)
it’s not expensive ’til you calculate the profit missing (where that go?)
rappers overbitin’, they ain’t hear about the consequences
you not hard, you just hard of hearing, not a k!ller (uh uh)
sticky on my fingers ’bout to slam like the onyx lyrics (ooh)
you tryna get up in the game, i’m tryna mod the system (mod the system)
anything on the light, that’s a contradiction
(who is these n+ggas)
(whose mans is this)

- nicholas craven raz fresco estee nack lyrics

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