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Aldivino - Hypgnosis Lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
(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)
Spooky!
Ay

[Chorus: al.divino]
Hypgnosis (Doot-doot-doot!), so much dough, can't fold it (Nah!)
Focus, you know the motive (You know that shit!)
Hypgnosis, so much dough, can't fold it (It's too much!)
Focus, you know the motive

[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
[?] to be better than I ever could, it's type of truth, ain't sugar coated (Not at all)
Life a rollercoaster of emotions, you better hold on tight as you can (Get by!)
Poles we tote 'em, not totem (Bow-bow!)
Now it's swollen like a toast, once some guns strokin' (Whoop!)
Wise words spoken, I was chosen (Right!)
My homie let it pop impulsive (Bing-bing), I can post up by the corner store holdin' the gat (Holdin' the gat!)
Made it happen instead of hopin', my friend (Fuck that shit!)
Sеat leaned all the way back, gеttin' domed in a Benz (Ay!)
Diddy bop in the end-zone, MAC
Ten toes down when in Rome
Twelve rats over cellphones, (Brring!), still sell stones (Aha!)
My yellow bone brought her friend to the hotel though (Oh, man!)
Titties jinglin' like Jell-O (Whoop!)
Geppetto, gotta pull strings to get out the ghetto (That's a fact!)
On a whole 'nother level
Let alone Nack Nicholson (You know I mean? These niggas tryna fuck with my life all the time, dog), blow-blow!
Hit the spliff and heard a witch whisperin' (Ayo, woah!)
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
My shootin' stick always poppin' like Drake' new shit (Brrada!)
Rubix cube, big booty bruises (Wada!)
Future dance muses maneuvers (Move!)
Hell or Houston, we producin' crystal that's translucent (Shining!)
Nuisance
We wagin' products, quality, money boostin', it be the golden mine (Gat!)
Put in my overtime (Workin'!)
No overstandin' if I understand, nigga (Fuck is that?)
What I can do with a hundred grams it'll blow your mind (Take that!)
A feud with the opposition, you gotta go behind (Get in the back lane!), Lois Lane
Martina, this thotty with a nigga, she don't wanna be saved (She wanna fuck!)
She feelin' like she just won the lottery, gamblin' with your life (Woah!)
Come against me and mine, it's niggas I don't even know love me more than niggas could ever know, nigga (Ad-lib)
Feelin' of havin' power's incredible (Power!)
I still teach you, walk these, keep it peace, unqiue episodes occur, some of this shit because it's somethin' like a blur (I'm wildin' out!)
Frankincense and mur (Bow!)
Might could see a parked Mercedes Benz for Stacy Lentz, play the benches (Skrrt, dada, yeah!)
Made in trenches, 18k the dentist (Oh, shit!)

[Outro: Estee Nack]
Bididididi (Bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing-bing), ah!
See how they shinin', shinin'
How the fuck I ain't gon' smile on you niggas? Ayy! (Hahahahaha!)
We recordin' in a fuckin' hotel with the AC on, nigga (It's cold in here!)
Fuck are y'all niggas talkin' about? (We the coldest comin' out, nigga!)
This shit energy, workflow, you know I mean? Dedication, determination, fuck (At all! And what you mean?)
Must sleep when die, nigga (Sleep), die!
Oh (Die!), oh (Die!), oh (Die, die, nigga), oh