al.divino - spicerack lyrics
[intro: al.divino]
son, know i mean?
put a f+ckin’ rope on ya face, man
no need to do that no more, man (move that)
ayo
[verse: al.divino]
spice rack [?], still stuntin’, told ya already (already)
raw resi’ stuck to the pot plenty (plenty)
wobbles in the benz, roll up some b+tter
so many benjis, know they envy, even though they friendly (i know)
probably froze your nose, numbers numb the most sh+t i suppose (i guess)
break the mold to just pose (huh?)
perfected the jux, dusty poles, status qoutes
me and the scat close likе blood brothers (bing+bing!)
the stove makе the plug go ghost (poof)
bustin’ snow, knocker in the prada bubble (bow! bow!), you both get slung
wonder why you can’t [?]
[interlude: swaelo]
[?], n+gga, yo (brrt!)
[?], ayo, yo, yo, yo (yo)
[verse 2: swaelo]
makin’ my dope a mazzalean (dope mazzalean)
made millions of the medicine (woah!)
leave you dead on the scene
have a paramedic check you, autopsy (woo!)
hootie hot one housin’, you ride in a harley (brumm+brumm, brumm, brumm+um+um)
leave you dead in the lobby
before a [?], shorty punani, s+x is tsunami, i’ma switch to surfin’ (woah!)
come here, baby, you look too stressed (yes!)
this ain’t [?] duplex (yes, baby!)
got in the hood like [?] (no you don’t!)
she gotta test for my best friends like “who’s next?” (woo, yeah, what up, baby?)
make a digress, hype projects (aha!)
[?]
blind shirts says “brooklyn nets”, i’m on some fly sh+t (fly sh+t, n+gga!)
[outro: swaelo]
nah, b, y’all n+ggas gettin’ f+cked, come out right now b (god, son)
got it
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