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al.divino - bimbo lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
feel me, right? (god did!), huh?
back at it, man (yeah, man)
straight b+tter right here, you hear me? (woo)
ayo

[verse 1: al.divino & thehiddencharacter]
i’m at the bank smilin’ like bimbo (chi+ching!)
pilin’ dough, pounds of cheddar, not for the low (nah)
lateral, the pack pulled your cargo, pass go
after party in wyoming, if you know you know
had low like hov
hunnid thou’ plays on hold (dough)
came back from gunn’ crib with the glow (bing!)
takin’ risks to the wrist froze
guns in the crib not for show (boom!)
shooters that play in the snow so much, blew a hole right through his nose, oh
crown come with the dump gawd doors (aha)
we in the spot, it’s a movie, get your popcorn (movie!), it’s knockin’ on my door
some special, .380 level the playin’ field (bing!)
we playin’, we for real, know plеntly felons who did it big
standin’ on they head likе it was a federal (ha!)
streams of income, got several (dough)
9 with the dot (bring!), not a decimal, i’m tellin’ you (bing, bing, bing, bing! ayo)

[verse 2: thehiddencharacter]
them k!llers rock with me (yo)
brought a 50+shot in the ride with me (brrt)
you b+tch and her kids gettin’ shot for free (ay)
lay low, duck and dodge at ease (yeah)
strategic on the block, i’m movin’ the pieces like monopoly (ching, ching)
i lift the gat, aim and squeeze, lil’ n+ggas obsolete (woah)
six sticks in the whip like i’m transportin’ a hockey team (brrt)
headshot, that’s a jackpot, collect them coins like a slot machine (woah, ching, ching)
the glock stop, bent like a folder (woah)
wake up and smell the coffe like it’s fogio (smell that sh+t, n+gga)
i put the battery in the back of a doja (woop)
get you smacked on a g, somebody should’ve told ya (ay)
drop the bomb off from the block like it’s vietnam (boom)
tote a k50 over the shoulder like a viacom, word is bond (n+gga)
[outro: al.divino & thehiddencharacter]
come on, man
the f+ck more could you ask for, you hear me? huh?
it’s like, it’s like a triple 7 at the slot machine and all that, you know?
ching! yeah (woah)
we winnin’ over here, man
we up, we up whippin’ up so long, man, it’s
it’s like we stop lookin’ at the scoreboard, man
what’s the, what’s the point? bring!

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