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al.divino – block voodoo lyrics

[intro: koncept jack$on]
yo, yo, yeah, yeah, n+gga
yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yeah, n+gga
uh, yo, yo, ayy, yo, yo
yo, yo
yo, yo+yo (divino, what up?)
yeah, n+gga, yo, uh
yeah+yeah+yeah, n+gga
yeah (yo, yo, yeah, yeah, yo, yo)
ayo

[verse 1: koncept jack$on]
hip fox for official dips and plus
to induct and trick you, shot
roll the pistol, kid from block
bi cops against you
stop signs, we run a pig through dollar signs
and come your b+tch too scott
dope to find potentials
wise mind, had been through hyperquadrants
so you cappadonns get blind+sided [?] probably die
mind you, sent you high in the sky
9’s with crystals
hypnotize, blind predicatul
flip the dime’ nostril, diamonds not, not rocket science
b+tches by design, guys are sinful like a b+tch
that’s not a freak but still a freak nasty, sweet+clap the cheeks
facts squeeze, pass the g’s, you know my st++z, lacky
fiends passed thе tree back [?]
tesla truck, pick ’em up, he know whеre you be at
cash me out at my convenience
bodgea, vegas, break g+nius on paper
save it the p+n+s for gene an venus, a nation
yo, save us
tape all my meetings and feed the schemes ’til they data+base fiendin’
[?] meet your maker, n+gga
[verse 2: al.divino]
make me put a knot on you (blow+blow+blow!)
get the drop on you, bullets connect, gon’ be hard to get up like a big ass rock on you, son (swoop!)
dimes from honolulu, rock the hoops like nunu, top me off in the coupe
[?] for shooters, this block voodoo (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
lot of bronco in the spot
who did knew i be the one got through (who woulda know?)
hit my homie with a couple hunnids like, “i got you” (chi+chi+ching, hold that!)
idolise who? i’m the truth, rock the snoopy head, finger poppin’, kombucha on the rooftop
scoop her, bland dot on the glock, got my ksubi’s ruby+red (bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing)
f+ck shorty like [?] ’til the coochie wet (ay! f+ck y’all talkin’ about, man?)
make a movie every night now that my ‘fetti right (yay!)
make a movie every night now that my ‘fetti right (son, f+ck out my face, man!)

[outro: al.divino]
yo (know how we do, man)
ain’t n0body seein’ me at all with this sh+t, man
know i mean? n0body seein’ the squad
know i mean? 2020, motherf+cker, word

- al divino lyrics

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