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Aldivino - Premium Octane Lyrics

[Intro: THEHIDDENCHARACTER & al.divino]
Hahahaha (You already know!)
Haha, yeah (Yeah!), uh-ah, ah, hahaha (Yeah)
Swoop, come on, let it off, god, let it off, let it off (Uh, yo, see)
Over the stove top (Yeah!), quarters of coke rock (Yeah)
Serve fiends, hit licks on corners and back-blocks (You heard?)
Black in the spot—
Come on, god (Fuck outta here!), come on, come on, come on, god, you got this (Yo, ayo)

[Verse 1: THEHIDDENCHARACTER & al.divino]
Yo, over the stove top (Whip it!), quarters of coke rock
Serve fiends, I hit licks on corners and back-blocks (You heard? Blow-blow-blow-blow!)
Black in the stashbox (Blow-blow!), I'm sweepin' up headshots (Brrt!)
I'm a marksman, I keep a pipe equipped with thеm red dots (Ayy)

[Verse 2: al.divino]
Brains splatter, we don't procеss the same data (Doot-doot-doot-doot)
Cake batter, pull a blade faster (Yeah!)
I self lord and master, 'caine package wrapped in plastic
Everlastin, magnetic (Doot-doot-doot)
Past, present, future, blast weapons
Shooters from the sewer, you maneuver like you knew it (Huh?)
New car hooptie, Loonie Tunes iceberg, you Goofy
Remember when my future was gloomy, Gorilla Glue guey
Sweater Gucci, life like a movie, revoke like immunity (Yeah)
Can't mute me (Nah!)
Scholar like a sufi, loot in my Ksubis, Cooley High
Dude, we stupid live outside (Blow-blow!), shoot your ride up (Blow-blow-blow!)
Leave you in a suit and tie (Blow-blow, blow-blow-blow!)
Scruti—, scrutinize, vintage Suicide, bullets from the Uzi fly (Brrt!)
Gucci sweater, who better? Coupe with the new leather (Yeah)
I don't know about you, but me and mine eat food together (You heard?)
[Outro: al.divino]
We eatin' together over here, you heard?
Y'all can eat over at that fuckin' lame-ass table over there all by your fuckin' self, you heard?
We feastin' over here! Five-course!
True and livin' gods, you heard?
Yeah, son! Fuck outta here!
Eat by y'all fuckin' self!
Starvin' ain't that, you heard?
Takin' all this—, takin' all the shits out, son!
Birth record, you heard? I was born for this, man, this shit mine, son!
Now I'm takin' it, you heard?