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letra de gat - al.divino

[intro: al.divino]
(doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
you know? know what this is, man (aha)
it’s like, ayo, ayo

[verse 1: al.divino & thehiddencharacter]
ayo, the stove hot, shorty on her knees like she makin’ salat
dollars, makin’ a lot (chi-ching!)
apply knowledge, macgyver the plot (aha)
slime slide with a g-lock (bing!)
she know how we rock, goons rowdy in the spot
give ’em the drop, you get a bounty on your skull, sh-t barb wired (got money, man)
smokin’ two-hundred dollar, step in stilts, smokin’ sour from the block (haha!)
turn the powder to a rock, like magic
multiply profit automatic (right!)
margiela money wallets, and still i gotta have it (gotta have it)
makin’ sh-t appear out of hats like magicians with a rabbit (hah)
talkin’ like you ’bout it but you rattin’ (huh?)
have a brick of that sh-t
and the cash (still!)
cappin’ for instagram captions cost your mans, actin’ like, “what happend?” (“what happend?”)
hand to hand grams [?] if you st-rdy better have mine on a bag (better have mine, man)
[?] we tapped in
from outta town and we tap sh-t (know that!)
center of attraction
get you sent up to heaven like a past-tense (oof)
h-ll bent on benjis, ’bouta cash in
hunnids standin’ like a [?]
my hook got every gun execpt a gatlin’ (boom!)
get bopped, my young boy won’t say nothin’ like charlie chaplin
put you head first in the trash bin
on the way to the bank while we laughin’ (ching! ayo)
’bout that action (right)
[verse 2: thehiddencharacter]
how you n-ggas want it? with the fist or the razor blade? (woah)
automatic weapons and switches are on the k (brrt!)
on a day to day basis we gettin’ paid [?] (yah)
i got hundred ways to skin a cat, k!ll you once and excavate your body just to put you back (wow, put you back, n-gga!)
handle the role, whippin’ crack, jumpin’ out the cadillac
get your head splited with a battle axe (brrt!)
n-ggas can’t see me like he got cataracts (nah!)
hit the strip, i move a hundred packs (wee!)
touched down with the work like a running back (woop!)
hurricane wrist (wee, wee), the coke cooks, serve it to a cuddy jack
sippin’ the clicquot, son of man (woah)
you want a verse from a g – i need a hundred beats (i need a hundred beats)
kontraband stashed in the stash box
in the caravan shakin’ grams up (woah)
slide with k!llers in the sand back to mattapan, gun in hand (brrt!)
chase and knock down, have you do the runnin’ man (see ya later)
[?] evolvin’ like the sun of sam, sh-t (woah)

[outro: thehiddencharacter]
fire

- al divino

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