PRANAPIRANHA lyrics

[Intro: ESTEE NACK]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (Ohhhhhhh)
Everything just fell, and I left it there (Ohhhhh)
I guess I had other sh*t to do, you know what I'm sayin'? (Ohhhhh, yeahhh, ohhh)
Don't judge me (Yo!)
You know I mean, I'm just speakin' real words to a real artist, you feel me (ohhhhhhhh yeahhhh)
Hah, yeah, (NACK DADDY), sha, son (Know I mean)

[Verse 1: ESTEE NACK]
Medicine man alive (Got ya)
King of the castle but this the Camelot (King!)
Sort the brick out the micro, pass me the Fent inside (Wow)
Ten I drop (Yeah)
I might just reluctantly let the cannon pop (Bow!)
Kill these n*ggas, put yo' hands on my guap (Don't touch that, man)
n*ggas bitin' еach other hands to tryna stand at the top ([?])
Yo lo comprego? ya go dinеro (Money)
Pero fuego for the man with a plot (Brrrr)
I can hardly believe n*ggas still be havin' cracks jammed in they socks (What's wrong wit' y'all n*ggas, man?)
We need to get some better stash spots, blast Glocks
I'm more than clean (what), diesel and dopery
Poppery powder pitcher poetry
Pulverize pope'd out, I saw these blowin' trees glowfully, known globally (Smoke)
Vino, tell these n*ggas ain't seen the most of me (They ain't seen sh*t)
At the mommy's with gold holsteries so I hit it with breath for the groceries (It's all already)
I f*ck her minutes after she spills her heart and soul out to me emotionally (It's all good)
That's the way it is and the way it's supposed to be (NACK)
Seraphim sent from the Heaven that spoke through me (Adlib)
They address me Super NACK Daddy, King of the Coca Leaf, n*gga
Yeah
[Verse 2: al.divino]
Ohhhhhh, ohhhh
Ay yo yo yo, ay yo yo yo, yo
Tacchini tucked (woo), Carter TC? tongues (Yeah)
'Less is leather, Reese's parked (Skrrr)
Peanut butter floor, Prada Blanco
Couple five though (swole), money prato?, Danny goin' snafu
Knowledge the gun nozzle (Bow, bow, bow, bow, bow!)
Prana Piranhas, Soprano (oh), administer the ammo (Brrr)
Hand o' death, head honcho (uh-huh)
Adiosi a Johnny Huncho blade (Brbrbr)
Sawed-off gauge gone strays (bow!), chauffée, sautée
Crossfaded in Vegas eatin' vig scrips Saladin, Aladdin lamp stand (Woo)
Foul schemes, cold sweats wakin' up outta proud dreams (Uh-huh)
This drippy Dopamine, dog food, color for ovaltine (Yeah)
Rob fiends, snort duggery thuggin', abundance o' drugs
GUNS N BUTTER gluttony, gully (b*tch)
Might gut one o' you guppies (Uh-huh)
Macaulay Culkin got the cutty scrutiny (Uhee!)
Stone Island skully, you gettin' me?
[Diddy Bop, man, do the Bop right now!]
Diddy boppin' on 'em
Ohhhh
[Whole lotta green, n*gga!
You know!]
[Let's make some quick schemes]
[Bhagavadgita Outro]
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Yada yada hi dharmasya
Glanirbhavati bharata
Abhythanamadharmasya
Tadatmanam srijamyaham
Paritranaya sadhunang
Vinashay cha dushkritam
Dharmasangsthapanarthay
Sambhabami yuge yuge!