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lirik lagu tokyo retail – estee nack & giallo point

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[intro: daniel son]
man, a muhf*cka don’t even gotta rap on this sh*t, i’ma just let the shorty contour you

[verse 1: daniel son]
i’m from a far north region, had to let the god lords teach ’em
never let the wrong one reachin’
porch leavin’, shorty workin’ four seasons
moved up from the courtside to a courtesan
what your life like? sure i’ma glance
my doom push the whole shiprow with a lamp
i’m in the air, don’t [?] (way up)
another bucket, overdose fest, but trouble your strength
i been sh*ttin’ on ’em, now they wanna know where i shed (nah, we out here, son)
bloodstains under those who depend
big girl, don’t low on the rent
spent a check on a coconut shrimp (big girl)
codes gettin’ spoken in french
i’m in the field, we the ground squirrel (courtside sh*t, man)
you know they k!ll the king, that’s what crowns do
they tryna lock us in a town, so
i rather eat the snapper steam with the brown stew (i mean money)

[chorus: daniel son & estee nack]
my girl the type to say less never more (what they sayin’?)
they say the smell the fumes from the second floor (cheffin’ up)
retail in tokyo, my records sell in store (they sellin’)
and i’m only showin’ half the repertoire (on time, man)
my girl the type to say less never more (so what they sayin’?)
they say the smell the fumes from the second floor (cheffin’ up, woah!)
retail in tokyo, my records sell in store (they sellin’, son, woah!)
and i’m only showin’ half the repertoire (ayo, son)
[verse 2: estee nack]
the gold hang on my neck, you n*ggas look broke (you n*ggas look shy)
she said she don’t f*ck with the crack, only that cooked coke (woah)
so i’m givin’ her free base and blowin’ that good smoke (glow, woah)
i mess with hollywood folk, i’m like the hood pope (lessons)
with a boat, drown ’em so we shouldn’t float (yeah)
the hand of god that moated the black man, allah
manifestin’ from north america down to panama (word)
schemin’ like wicked europeans in zanzibar (oh, yes)
n*ggas could barley understand the boss, so they certainely
can’t regard themselves as the tightest, desciple in this land of ours (nah)
high examiners floss, drop a gem in this raw (raw)
play the spanish guitar, i’m at the planets of stars (i’m at the clouds, son)
dress the flyest in the sunshine, it’s summer time
me and daniel son on the grind, my n*gga, your style is none but fine (you ain’t nice, n*gga)
sh*t you kickin’ could never guck with mine (nah!)
i teach ’em but the understandin’ ain’t come in time
still fastin’ from the swine, and this another fact you should undermine
n*ggas hatin’ on the nack ’cause they wanna shine (bling)
relay the package and play the backwood, a hundred dimes (a hundred dimes)
my n*ggas lookin’ at time, feel like a hundred crimes (yeah, woah)

[chorus: daniel son & estee nack]
my girl the type to say less never more (what they sayin’?)
they say the smell the fumes from the second floor (cheffin’ up)
retail in tokyo, my records sell in store (they sellin’)
and i’m only showin’ half the repertoire (on time, man)
my girl the type to say less never more (so what they sayin’?)
they say the smell the fumes from the second floor (cheffin’ up)
retail in tokyo, my records sell in store (they sellin’, son)
and i’m only showin’ half the repertoire

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