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al.divino - hootology lyrics

[intro: borirock]
grrt, dogs, n+gga (it’s me, n+gga!)
uh, (big [?] what’s good?), yeah, uh, uh

[chorus: borirock]
my mans buckin’, countin’ on a daze (no!)
you got shook, then you found out the game (the n+gga was sour!)
there’s a million ways to get paid (it’s a bag, oh, dog)
allow me to demonstarte what i’m sayin’ (brrt, let’s get this money, n+gga!)
my mans buckin’, countin’ on a daze (how no?)
you got shook, then you found out the game (he’s a bozo!)
there’s a million ways to get paid (oh, it does, n+gga)
allow me to demonstarte what i’m sayin’ (oh, dogs)

[verse 1: borirock]
got bucked then i bucked on the county betters (oh, dog, all the fiends)
you was stressin’ by the skeeters, and you cry a river (you was stressin’ ’bout that skeeter for real)
n+ggas like you not no real n+ggas (no, you a bozo)
n+ggas like, “who really k!ll n+ggas?” (brrt, bow, bow, i did)
before n+ggas started usin’ all the switches (oh, dog)
chrome .38 (brrt, bow), hand on the business (oh, dog)
canada, smithers, clap it and ditch it (brrt!)
back to the phsysics, i rock but i’m with it (brrt), i rock but i’m with it (brrt, bow)
yup

[chorus: borirock & shaykh hanif]
my mans buckin’, countin’ on a daze (no+no+no!)
you got shook, then you found out the game (you turned sour!)
there’s a million ways to get paid (oh, it does, n+gga!)
allow me to demonstarte what i’m sayin’ (brrt)
my mans buckin’, countin’ on a daze (no+no+no!)
you got shook, then you found out the game (huh, you a bozo, it’s okay!)
there’s a million ways to get paid (look, he’s a b+tch)
allow me to demonstarte what i’m sayin’ (let’s get this money, n+gga)
[verse 2: shaykh hanif]
hypothetically speakin’
if i want ’em gone he be dead by this evenin’
northface and 40 belows, i’m dressed for the season
cook up like a real chef, i don’t measure the seasonin’
when i sold my first brick it was such an achievement
but really, i done took more losses than i like to admit
did a bid and came home, and got right in the mix
i’m an anomaly
couple properties, i’m playin’ monopoly
gelap or go silence, with shorty that follow astrology
shoot you over discrepancies in my new ones
you don’t won with the ball ball like my nukes, son
money and war money, few things i can’t live without
if you in this car, you ridin’, there ain’t no gettin’ out

[break: al.divino]
nah, man, f+ck you thought this was, man? (huh?)
ayo, ayo

[verse 3: al.divino]
my homie good, pop that, her baby daddy after she took us good (bing! bing! bing!)
whipped off her ankle, brains, she took the kiss, went on a run (huh)
all fun and games ’til you countin’ down the days and months (you heard?)
been five figures, now you thinkin’, you ain’t made that much (huh, ain’t made that much, huh?)
this sh+t got you a few pair of amiris (huh)
a bimmer that depreciate yearly
nah, you don’t hear me (nah)
blood in his eyes, lil’ bro can’t see clearly
smarter than harvard students, ’bout to throw it all away for nothin’, got monetary (f+ck)
tryna teach it, but in those rumors there ain’t no thinkin’ (nah)
‘least a couple hunnid benjis in vogue
but we not linkin’
you wanted to be lebron, as a kid just wanted my mom to stop drinkin’
toxic women’ll f+ck your whole life up, stop shippin’ (c’mon, man)
‘stead of buyin’ that b+tch a bag get in yours (chi+ching)
write your own story ‘fore someone write it for you, lord (you hear me?)
[outro: al.divino]
when it rains it pours (tears of trauma)
(that’s all i do)
(i do)

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