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Aldivino - This Whole Shit Ours Lyrics

THIS WHOLE SHIT OURS Lyrics[Intro: al.divino]
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Huh? Comin' for all that, son (Stop bitin' my shit, man!)
Aha (I'm takin' my shit back, you heard?)
Ayo (Ayo)

[Verse 1: al.divino]
Look around, this whole shit ours, whole shit for cowards
Hoes flip and stuntin', ho sniff a mountain up
Molder brain, this shit 'bout a dollar, tell her "Count it for me" (Count it me for me, shawty!)
Grief, where I found the glory, they care for shorties, I'm in a different categorie (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Back against the wall, back out the .40 (Bing-bing-bing!)
If it's smoke, we wake you up
5:30 in the mornin' with toast (Wake up, bitch!)
Guns and butter, got both
We got re-rock, we got coke (Ay)
Get bucked like Casco's, you know? (You know?)
Bandicoot, the coochie to the box, bro (Woo)
Tell cuddies my name Stеve, plug name: Gustavo (Gustavo!)
Stove-top ghost, stupid, my stock grows rеtarded (Retarded!)
Heavy cargo (Boom!), aha

[Break: DATKIDBRAVO & al.divino]
Feel me? (Shit!)
Fuckin' victory (Recordin' live from the Shack Pack)
Okay

[Verse 2: DATKIDBRAVO]
So high up, you gotta look up
Man, fill my cup with good stuff
Man, eastside and that westside throw that hood up (Throw it up, ayy)
Man, that shit forever (Forever)
Northface, that's for this weather
Oh, play
That's on these leathers, all facts (Woo!) because I'm clever (Ayo, ayo)
Can never bow by a lame bitch (Never)
'Cause I can do better (Stupid bitch)
Man, LV on them sweaters
Toss those raps up in the shredder 'cause they do it for the treasure (Ah)
I do it because I'm better
Raise the leather glasses on my face
I'm lookin' like I'm Weska
Hit the Maldives, deep sea
We in that double-decker Maybach Tesla (Blow!)
And threw you like pussy then smoke this wookiee (Yay)
She shake her tussie, but we up in Tutsis (Up in Tutsis)
Man, lemon pepper (Go)
Man, Dexter, hoochie mama, loadin' up the llama
Don't talk about comma (Blow!), Dior plate (Ha!)
That's for the armor, but I, huh
Know we still keeps it Stüssy
I'm down to die for this shit, I never been no wussie (Hahaha)
No matter how hard times gon' get, we gon' be Gucci, nigga