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letra de luminous - al.divino

[intro]
yeah, yeah (woo)
ayo, yo, yo, yo (let’s f-ckin’ go)
know who it is (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
ayo

[verse 1]
baltic cruise, bottles of booze (wavy)
models from moulin rouge front throat
it was all a dream, but the god knew
fortunate, soul fortitude
could’ve been in the morgue or the news (for real)
big crib with a gorgeous view (woop)
eat your food before a quarter to 2, that’s early (yeah)
cocoa, côte bleue, [?] who move like wing
kick door like your life depend on, ’cause it does
what it do? ain’t a hustle new under the sun, no (ya heard?)
my man tryna duck the cops, who watch his son grow? (yeah)
try to k!ll me, it’s gon’ turn into a gun show, drum roll (brrt)
you don’t wanna know how much this drum hold, homie (no)
rob your rollie when you walkin’ out the club, yo (yo, yo, yo)
modern shaolin monk lightin’ a blunt (smoke)
might just hang glide through mr. chow’s for lunch (woop)
what’s up? it’s on me
[?], splash colors on the canvas, pack b-tter
crash-dummy bandits with handguns (blow-blow-blow)
and1
[interlude]
stylin’ on you motherf-ckers (blow, blow)
you know?

[verse 2]
helicopter laws passed, luminous smile (woop)
runnin’ through dimes, [?] doin’ fine
my shooters’ll do the time too
funny how time flew
i ain’t the best with fireproof, rise on the low
nagasaki nuke your hoop (boom)
shoot a loop up, you drop new sh-t, don’t give two f-cks (nah)
get your crew folded for a few bucks, trust (grrt)
rusty tec done come in clutch (blow, blow)
[?]
money my only crutch, cognac in my cup
empanada pockets, cuban with the gold crust

- al divino

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