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al.divino & michaelangelo – dimelo lyrics

[intro: al.divino]
(i’m such a g+nius)
(doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
yeah, man (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
do the impossible, you know? (yeah)
ayy, ayo

[verse 1: al.divino & estee nack]
smoke gelato, live like i hit the lotto, need a lot of dough
lava coat to my confidant, dallas road
put dollars on you like a (blow+blow, blow) domino
beamer though, cops
ask your momma where your resi’ sit i don’t know (where you go?)
adios, tote the llama though
rashid ready to rock and roll (brrt), ‘fetti drop on your skull, what’s the goal? (who the goat?)
it’s a ghost, son
you ghost (woo)
gotta get the dough, yellow bone, m4
body fall, get the god thrown in the row (mm)
ether over the stove, we’re outside with it, balmanno (swoo)
balmanno
hard to outshine, hit his ipods, sniffin’ (blow+blow, blow, blow)
pots splittin’, kick doors off the hinges
hit a heist with prеcision, flip your lights off
dom pérignon p+ssin’, louis vuitton, carry all vintage (yeah), authentic fishscalе sniff
your face get frost bit and sauce drippin’, in the loft with some b+tches, son (oh+woah!), ah!, yeah (yo)
[verse 2: estee nack]
double dippin’, devil dog drippin’
doors different, dishes, we little debbie in the kitchen (whip)
gone fishin’, bomb riden, yo (smoke!)
kel+tec, boom, cl!ck (haha!)
we wish you boys with your arms missin’, oh (oh, sh+t)
i’m off the balacony with a .30, we floor p+ssin’ (splash)
yeah
applyin’ just like leesmen (we got the unit!)
beat the sh+t out of you (bow+bow+bow)
put a hole in your trendy hypebeast gear (bloaw!)
that’s me sittin’ on a beach chair (with comfort)
cut you short, a february leap year (ad+lib)
fully out to the bottom, i can see clear, we appear (poof)
adam purple, police smoke (smoke)
keep coke, keep it there (toma)
products is potent to the customer, come get some of these to share (you know?)
mm, yo
n+ggas in my face talkin’ numbers and i don’t even care (i avoid that)
the plug gave us infinite, son, ask ’em (demon!)
what kind of bread i spend on my diva here
we talkin’ ’bout another league, you fall underseas (boom+boom+boom)
roll upon you whistlin’ like tumbleweed
suckers bleed, hunnid sleeves
i’m talkin’ crazy arms, huntin’ g’s (come, yeah, oh)
yeah, son (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
[chorus: estee nack]
we gettin’ money (money!)
b+tches ate my d+ck with two buns, b (yeah)
like chun+li (wuah)
your favorite sh+t is [?] or lungi (ah)
most of you n+ggas is bozos or bungies (idiots)
listen, i came to win with the coach like tony dungy (cl!ck, cl!ck, bow!)

[outro: estee nack]
n+gga
nack+motherf+cking+mandela, son (bojo!)
know what i’m sayin’?, we make it out here, [?] (oh!)
al.divino (son)

- al divino michaelangelo lyrics

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