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corona - al.divino lyrics

[intro: ankhlejohn]
lordy (suu)
type of sh*t is nothing to me now, yeah, hear me? (tal’m ’bout lordy)
(doot*doot*doot*doot*doot*doot)
this type of sh*t, hear me? made for n*ggas like me ’cause i really do it (lordy)
huh?

[verse: ankhlejohn]
if i was you i wouldn’t like me either (not at all)
stop me open hand, smack you, i need atleast like five reasons
told my b*tch i don’t do mouth readin’ (not at all)
crash the honda civic on the side of them harlem river (skrrt!)
my lordy do drivin’ services, relived ’em, i’ma kinda proud, he makin’ ’em a honest livin’ (that’s a fact though)
yeah, a cold, dr. martens, look i’m kevin stock in it
we mob in it
rеady to shoot like we goin’ camera shoppin’ (bing*bing*bing*bing)
shе sucked my d*ck with a corona bottle
and i know that they don’t make sense but if she got friends my homies got ’em (yeah)
i should live on stony island, n*gga (trips!)
you got a lot of things goin’ on that i can’t compare to (oh, huh?)
it’s gettin’ to the point where bein’ a real man for you is like a red move (huh?)
drink a clicquot out the number 2 pencil, mix it with the tongue, rain tent (tiger ball)
this remind me of raekwon from the wu*tang clan, bingin’ a text (bing*bing*bing)
shots through the window, coulda hit your crib with brother right in the neck (brrt!)
we in the middle of a war, what you expect? (dog)
we could get money or pursue death, n*gga (whatever)
i stay to myself becomin’ a new flex
solvin’ my problem with shoppin’, no cart but i uber catch, she close to forty, i love cougar s*x (mwuah, sock it to me)
yeah, smokin’ out the viola, high as a kite (huh?)
boy got shot ridin’ a bike, n*ggas let the choppa sing like brian mcknight (dadada*dadada!)
boy trash, you ain’t even kinda tight (nah)
i don’t like beef but i show up, we end these n*ggas like a wakanda fight (you hear? woo!)
bunch of obstacles symbols i ain’t connected to
not sure where my family from, dog, kinda light (kinda light)
sometimes i’m off the top with no time to write (not at all, nah*nah*nah, nah*nah*nah)
grand street, walkin’ [?], it’s my kinda night (huh?)
bet a thousand on the roy jones versus iron mike (what?)
count it twice, double up, flip your main five times more than i had in sight (huh?)
that’s called hustlin’ (what? hustlin’)
but about that you know nothin’ (not at all)
lordy
[outro: ankhlejohn]
dadada*dadada (that b*tch sing like brian mcknight)
dadada*dadada (mastamind)
vino

- al divino lyrics

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