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grubby pawz & al divino - 1of1 lyrics

[intro]
(doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
this one of them ones right here, man
yeah (you already know, the f+ck?)
ayy (swoop)

[verse 1]
she put that p+ssy on me, don’t know what to do with myself, besides smell winnin’ (ay)
watch for 12, set of sniffers
grenade sound wicked, digi’+scale tipper (yeah)
dog food, you ever seen twelve fingers? (at all)
sawed+off+shotty sh+ll slinger, my name a bell ringer (woop)
rare ralph lauren slippers with the robe to match (yeah), some of my people i grеw up with
turned to fiends and fell victim (what happеnd to you?), my—, hmm
my cloth, can tell, it’s different, we in the telly with it, ten b+tches deep
it’s like five of us, pies, b+tter, high price if you try and cuff it (the money, ya)
could cut it like twice, ain’t no swine in the cupboard (no)
put a knife in you like a cullet (hold that)
my slime slide with a .9 like it’s nothin’ (bow, bow+bow, bow, bow, bow+bow+bow+bow+bow, bow, bow+bow+bow)
(bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing+bing), ayy, pop you like a ollie
olly, oxycontin, push product from papi in your mama lobby
get it poppin’ (yeah), probably saw me with a bad lil’ shorty sittin’ shotgun (skrrt)
cloudin’ on psilocybine
my shine probably blindin’, sock it to my pocket
paper like a binder, we pilin’ profit (gettin’ work)
dimes exotic, i’ma die enormous (yeah), rhyme hypnotic
stupid drip combined with knowledge (c’mon)
spot vacant, we pot scr+pin’
my posthumous prices gon’ be like basquiat paintings, son (doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot+doot)
solid foundation
son, we pile payments like— (we gettin’ this dough)
[chorus]
let’s get this motherf+ckin’ money, son (you hear me?)
my style one of one, nothin’ like me under the— (woo, ain’t nothin’ like this, nowhere, period, man)

[outro]
the f+ck? c’mon, all them sh+ts upside—, c’mon, man
mad compareable
you know what the f+ck it is, man, you know what time it is, man
yeah

- grubby pawz al divino lyrics

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