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Aldivino - Pecorino Romano Lyrics

[Intro: Estee Nack]
No start, only the money
Maybe we got that, maybe we don't (Ayo-yo-yo-yo)
Ayo-yo-yo-yo (While all of a sudden we really die)
Super Nack Man (Estee Nack, you know I mean?)
Listen up, my nigga (Ayo-yo)
Talkin' none but steady game, you know (Aha, ah)
Ayo, son

[Verse 1: Estee Nack]
Aquamarine Beam'll save the top, I play the block with the team (Ya)
Roll the swisher full of tropical green (Smokes)
Rubbin' your shorty down without the topical cream (Woo)
There ain't a fiend who could the shit who not gonna lean (Fall)
Son, everything I'm droppin' is gleam
Yo, you hear reversal me playin', hippie tеam, it ain't no talkin' between (Shh)
Don't become a part of thе scene, I shine with a remarkable gleam
And probably drop a leg and arm for the gene (One)
Titties not what it seem, in the pistol pull the palette in a heart of a demon
And these niggas is jealous even though we started at even (Ra)
They prayin' or whatever, God they believin' in (Shit)
I fall off before the start of the season (Yeah)
Tampons in your pocket, bookings stoppin' the bleedin', hell no (Hell no)
Wipe the bloody splatter off of the shell toes (Aha), cellphone
Addin' some to this Prada like it was velcro (Messed up)
Smashin' shorty 'til the sound of Santa Rosa Gilberto (Oh-oh)
Ayo
Re-rock the perico, look like Pecorino Romano (Luggage)
Aha (Yeah, yeah)
[Bridge: Estee Nack & al.divino]
[?], nigga (Oh-oh, Yeah)
When I re-rock the perico, look like Pecorino Romano (Bow-bow!, rocks, brrt!)
Yeah

[Verse 2: al.divino]
Sway Wallis, shooter like Dwyane Wade
Pusoy dos, took a bump and the face froze
Ace by the case load (Let's get drunk)
Break the mold like a rubber band on a bankroll, case roll (Way)
Brinks trucks, stick ups, getaway's graceful, Lala Rai show
Try me with a swammy, tsunami wave
Drip line for the vent, for the diamond heist, Ronny Fieg, product base (Yo)
Got the cuddie's eyes glazed, yo (Yo)
God got grace, in the leg with the gauge, [coke?] [?]
Yamamoto jeans, always Polo, plomo (Buck!)
Might rob one of you fuckin' rappers for promo
Throw some powder in your face like bolo (Hold that)
Glitchy with the blicky for dolo, fat lady singin' a solo
Was over with, you a bozo (So what?)
Presidental Rollie made of rose gold
Throw they rose and threw bullet like Romo (What?)
Rolodex flooded with legends
That's the force, seven figure pension
Brick a wall, hidden inside the Benz engine (Skrrt)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
Re-rock the perico, look like Pecorino Romano (Luggage)
Aha (Yeah)
[?], nigga (Oh-oh), sir
Re-rock the perico, look like Pecorino Romano (Rocks)
Yeah (Woo)