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letra de premium octane - big ghost ltd & al.divino

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[intro: thehiddencharacter & al.divino]
hahahaha (you already know!)
haha, yeah (yeah!), uah, ah, hahaha (yeah)
swoop, come on, let it off, god, let it off, let it off (uh, yo, see)
over the stove top (yeah!), quarters of coke rock (yeah)
serve fiends, hit l!cks on corners and back-blocks (you heard?)
black in the spot—
come on, god (f-ck outta here!), come on, come on, come on, god, you got this (yo, ayo)

[verse 1: thehiddencharacter & al.divino]
yo, over the stove top (whip it!), quarters of coke rock
serve fiends, i hit l!cks on corners and back-blocks (you heard? blow-blow-blow-blow!)
black in the stashbox (blow-blow!), i’m sweepin’ up headshots (brrt!)
i’m a marksman, i keep a pipe equipped with thеm red dots (ayy)

[verse 2: al.divino]
brains splatter, we don’t procеss the same data (doot-doot-doot-doot)
kid better pull a blade faster (yeah!)
i self lord and master, ‘caine package wrapped in plastic
everlastin, magnetic (doot-doot-doot)
past, present, future, blast weapons
shooters from the sewer, you maneuver like you knew it (huh?)
new car hooptie, loonie tunes icerberg, you goofy
remember when my future was gloomy
gorilla glue guey
sweater gucci
life like a movie, revoke like immunity (yeah)
can’t mute me (nah!)
scholar like a sufi, loot in my ksubis, cooley high
dude, we stupid live outside (blow-blow!), shoot your ride up (blow-blow-blow!)
leave you in a suit and tie (blow-blow, blow-blow-blow!)
scruti—, scrutinize, vintage suicide, bullets from the uzi fly (brrt!)
gucci sweater, who better? coupe with the new leather (yeah)
i don’t know about you, but me and mine eat food together (you heard?)
[outro: al.divino]
we eatin’ together over here, you heard?
y’all can eat over at that f-ckin’ lame-ass table over there all by your f-ckin’ self, you heard?
we feastin’ over here! five-course!
true and livin’ gods, you heard?
yeah, son! f-ck outta here!
eat by y’all f-ckin’ self!
starvin’ ain’t that, you heard?
takin’ all this—, takin’ all the sh-ts out, son!
birth record, you heard? i was born for this, man, this sh-t mine, son!
now i’m takin’ it, you heard?

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