Al.divino – STOVE RUNNER Lyrics
Artist: Al.divino
Song: STOVE RUNNER
Yeah (Uh)
Hey
The facts wit’ it with fast riches (Dope)
All that matter, listen b#tches, my mans never came back, on my bag trippin’ (Oh!)
Open up shot
We back in business, havin’ wagers, run your car for the digits (Swipe!)
Dupe a cannon, run it up to the wet run, dry with it, go (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
I’ma die rich, vintage, suicide and psilocybin visions (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
f#ck prision visits, we pot flippin’ (Yay!)
If it’s pure the price different (Go!)
9 take your liver, be the livest livin’, pieces hittin’ and found piece of sh#t (Bow-bow-bow-bow!)
We caught it in 24K
Gold grinnin’ (Ding-ding, ding-ding)
Empty the pot, b#tches, the biscuit, my slimе
Slide wit’ it like a Fignon, 〈.?.〉 imagination
Baggin’ up coke in thе kitchen, doin’ dirt
Dolo, f#ck a code, 〈.?.〉 stretch sevens in the X6
This the essence
Good p#ss#
An he depressive (Ay!)
f#ck up a whole credit (Oh, man!)
Smoke, I let it pressure ’til I’m comatose
Everything copasetic (Swop!)
He broke, pathetic and dead, no cold or 〈.?.〉 (f#ck wrong with y’all?)
You broke, pathetic and dead, no cold or 〈.?.〉
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Release Year: 2019