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al.divino – kapers lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
yeah

[verse 1: al.divino]
bloodstains on the balenciagas, hoes sippin’ vodka (great)
tinted impala, peanut b+tter interior (feel me?)
infrared dots got ’em feelin’ inferior, not scared of ya
got some goons that’ll pop^you in barrier, call away
then they on the way, llamas spray where your momma stay
this that live rap, homie, get shot in your face (baw!)
disregard jake acquire, lord’s cake
forbes list, material, i’m not feelin’ you at all (nah)
get off my boss
problem solved when the bottom of the barrel settin’ jaws (hold that)
cars stacked in my favor (uh)
cadillac, max stacked paper (yeah)
brrat, gat waste ya, that’s leave your face facts (woah)
sick and tired of playin’ the batch, spray the mac
look at yourself layed upon your pack, flat black skully, two hoes cut (let’s get it)
’bouta post a way for the sucker that show up, turn his doma to a donut (boom!)

[chorus: al.divino & fly anakin]
hold up
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (what? what?)
yeah (yo+yo+yo)
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (donuts, n+gga)
motherf+cker (ayo+yo+yo)
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (tss+hahaha, word, aha, yo)
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (yo, yo, yo)
[verse 2: fly anakin]
[?] with the wallet
four pound, deliver ki’s for my b+tches, merry go ’round
lucid dreamin’ and thinkin’ of different seasons, look
there’s more knowledge than it’s spliffin’ a buck
make the [?], you was never in the ‘fore, cousin, ayy
decepted, can’t be me, since macedon
yo, these n+ggas lyin’, they ain’t never seen the sun
petty dollars in my pocket
no more ones, no more stoppin’
i keep it brief with my b+tch, we don’t go shoppin’
she flew the coupe, mary passed right through
with no roof, took the doors off, it’s joy in the frousse
mad visits of the fast life, investin’ in truths
molly caught me with the incense burnin’
seem sudden, but depose me with the titties out
i bet she want somethin’
never trickin’ on these off days, my money don’t play
these b+tches get sprayed
and pass the rum like nacho trays
everlastin’ like the gloves that we wore
i seen more soakin’ gave from my ogs, the infinite score (what?)
wedge the blade off the top rope, we freein’ the slaves
i lost track on all the b+tches we was slayin’ these days, what?

[chorus: al.divino, fly anakin, al.divino with fly anakin & estee nack]
hold up (yo+yo)
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (what? worldwide), yeah
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (yo+yo, n+gga, ayo+yo+yo+yo, what?)
motherf+cker
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (donuts, you is sick, n+gga)
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts (whats?)
[verse 3: estee nack]
many flavors
[?] cop a pair of gators
born to play the game of life in the majors (majors)
raise the ceilin’, women i’m with a [?] (what?)
shoulders leakin’ that boston cream fillings
packin’ slugs, prayers on hour rugs
makin’ profits on corners, play the block and run with the pack and ducks (you know)
blaster slugs, profits on the corners, it’s lackin’ love
corner show promoters was gettin’ slapped in clubs (brrat)
yapton drug, a mile and a half (yeah), the ignorant is blindin’ ’em out
[?] instead of findin’ they path (boom)
mac+11’s in the stash, these snipers layin’ in tall grass
watchin’ the wicked and miserable fallin’ fast (fallin’)
wonderin’ what these p+ssy n+ggas is crawlin’ after
this is what trooper call a disaster
master fly (fly)
puffin’ a stick of black tires as life passes by (smoke)
fl!ckin’ ashes in the sky, the vision is magnified (son)

[chorus: al.divino]
hold up
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts
yeah
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts
motherf+cker
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts
tryna be in the rolls doin’ donuts

- al divino lyrics

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