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letra de oven - dj muggs & al.divino

[intro: al.divino]
god’s name be praised!

yeah, the f-ck you thought this was?

[verse 1: al.divino]
ayo, y’all ain’t f-ckin’ with me (no)
buck 50, too much drip
buff sticky (yo!), tuck the bl!cky
yeah, we get busy
handles of henny, blood landed on my pennies (oh)
bad b-tches, had plenty (woo)
pop you like, moët (grr)
in the rover gettin’ slow neck (hey)
baguettes and the rolex
my neck froze, flex
you don’t stretch like, mr. fantastic, grand matchings (woah)
pack landed in the ten package, saran wrap it
find where you push at and ransack it (bo bo bo)
hold your fam for ransom (woo) while you plan your nan lackin’ (haha)
sound like a hunned hands clappin’ (grrr)
huh, dapper dan jacket
every one of my joints in cotton classic (you already know)
i’m in a different bracket
did the david blaine
runnin’ jake, came, presi’ plane chain (swooo)
tryna do more than maintain
weight came (yeah)
spray your buildin’ like, state your name (bo bo bo bo bo bo)
we don’t got the same brain, beloved (no)
my price ain’t budgin’, flame percussion
out the back of the bucket, cuddy’s freebase, it fall out (no)
better get out my way like a train comin’
run up in you rush and take somethin’, uh (you hear me?)
(i wanna tell you somethin’)
[chorus: al.divino]
pop bacon in the oven (swoooo)
smoke haze by the onion (smoke)
son
pop bacon in the oven (you know) (swoooo)
smoke haze by the onion, son

[verse 2: rlx]
went from me wantin’ that last slice (you hungry?), to abudance
i’m on the way to catch my flight, with my blunt lit (smoke)
i shine a bright light towards my brother, it’s nothin’ (son)
on that f-ck sh-t, you can catch the percussion, i got drummers (swooo)
flip a bundle then clock numbers (holla)
i was dead through the struggle, just try and numb it
took the wheel and stayed out the mud, straight to the money (let’s go)
it’s like they never seen us before, they faces look funny (ha)
like my blood i go out my way for your mother (that’s right)
it’s what we wanted every day, a new place that we buzzin’, let’s go

[chorus: al.divino]
pop bacon in the oven (swoooo)
smoke haze by the onion (smoke)
son
pop bacon in the oven (you know) (swoooo)
smoke haze by the onion, son
yeah, yeah, swooooo
swooooo
swooooo
[outro]
[?] away! a deadly radioactive cloud rises over 7 miles

- dj muggs al divino

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