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POLEVAULTPOLVO Lyrics[Intro: al.divino]
Ayo
Yo, yo, yo, yo

[Verse 1: al.divino]
Dropkick Donkey Kong
Slap your bitch face with my schlong like it’s a gong, it’s on
Word to my Palm’s, you a pawn
Pole vault polvo, vintage Polo (Yeah)
Shoplifting out in Soho (Aye)
Pull strings like a Jimmy Page solo (Da da da)
Alcapulco gold, Al Capone in the Poconos
Rolls Royce rose gold, coke in your nose
Colder flows, sloping like Manolo
Dope composed, soaking O’s in Vogue (Woo)
Lo and behold, product sold all around the globe (All over)
10 toes down, cowards fold (Fuckboy)
Every verse worth an ounce of coke (Bing)
Money counter on the kitchen counter, swole
It’s our road to perfection
Like any hour I’m bout to go (Uh huh)
Crowd control
Cowabunga (Cowabunga)
Bundles of powder sold
Money tall like Pau Gasol (Money)
Gasoline, violence flows
Fountain of youth
Bottle product like Mountain Dew
Our music could make a mountain move (Move)
You know what we bout to do (You know what we bout to do, you know that shit, c'mon)

[Chorus: al.divino]
Make money money, make money, money, money
And ain’t a damn thing funny
Make money, make money
Put some hollow tips through your rugby
Make money, take money
Make money, take money
Make money
Money

[Interlude: Estee Nack]
Motherfucker
What a fucking journey, my nigga
Straight up and down
We’re having a great time taking journeys nigga
All we do is take trips nigga
Even if it’s mental
We be wherever the fuck we want right now
Yeah
Yeah, your bitch coming with me yo
Listen
Woo
Escucha

[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Palm beach, Palm Sunday, palm your wifey ass (Ah)
Pomodoro sauce, control with a mask on like Zorro (Woah)
Cases of Sapporo, my forearms is like the four arms of Goro
Drop a tab, drifting into the portal (Zoom)
It’s nothing like it may appear to mortals
Make connection, I’m like morse code
Niggas say I was nice, they must’ve be sore though (Yup)
My Dominican bottom bitch call me [?]
Tommy Lasorda, Solomon Temple, catch me on tour though (I’m coming)
Type of dick to make a whore glow
Floss a goal, corner suites, balconies of cold
Infinite fountains of blow (Sniffing)
I’m counting for sure, ounce of the snow (Woah)
Niggas out for the dough (Money)
Me and ‘Vino keep the crowd in control (Yeah)
Suspended animation, amateurs enduring examination
Risk the rifle in your face if you stand with Satan (Devil)
Chop your hands off for hating, hang with Haitians (Sak pase?)
Leave you negative a bitch standing by yourself in the train station, nigga

[Outro: Estee Nack]
Woah
This ain’t a motherfucking game
I see the solitude of your face
That shit look scary?
Fuck is wrong with you nigga
Don’t be angry at me
I’m just doing what the fuck I do
So you do what the fuck you do and be a sad guy
A feel sorry for me guy
Post on Twitter or something, nigga
Fuck’s wrong with you, nigga?

[Sample]
Because a trip can be a trap too
You never know where a ticket with me will take you
The most dangerous act can look attractive and easy to accomplish
I can make those sparkling lights look colorful and inviting
A moving tapestry which can beckon and lure a traveler to join them
Because the ultimate destination with me has been here in the morgue
Yes, it’s true