Rare Paradigms Koncept Jack$on (Ft. Al.divino & Mach-Hommy)
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[Verse 1: Al.divino]
Cocaine slopes was stable
Red laser on the SK, I let it spray you won’t wake up again
Bag a 10 outta 10 bitch just to fuck her friend
Cup her hand, runeth over suckers pretend like they about shit
I doubt it, we keep an ounce lit
Nothing but that dower power drive the book of powder
Outstanding what that bitch could sniff in an hour
One thing I could never tolerate is a coward
I’m fucking cougars at the [?]
Pedaling medicine from Medellín
By any means but I’mma get it in, know that
Kodak Black playing in the background, packed crowd
Walked in the show they didn’t pat me down
So if drama pop off, I’mma finish it
Strictly that fly shit, ya’ll know what the business is
His figure face is probably fucking up the autopsy
Sawed off shotty, this the ghost of John Gotti
I’m at the Barclay’s Center on the floor
Ya’ll the type to put a diamond ring on a whore
What the fuck is that?
Ferragamo flannel looking like a lumberjack
Just tryna put my city on the map
Pretty rap, ya’ll piggybacking the next man
Catch me at your college dorm doing the keg stand
Twisting up a zip of headband
Don’t have my money on time? You’s a deadman
[Verse 1: Al.divino]
Cocaine slopes was stable
Red laser on the SK, I let it spray you won’t wake up again
Bag a 10 outta 10 bitch just to fuck her friend
Cup her hand, runeth over suckers pretend like they about shit
I doubt it, we keep an ounce lit
Nothing but that dower power drive the book of powder
Outstanding what that bitch could sniff in an hour
One thing I could never tolerate is a coward
I’m fucking cougars at the [?]
Pedaling medicine from Medellín
By any means but I’mma get it in, know that
Kodak Black playing in the background, packed crowd
Walked in the show they didn’t pat me down
So if drama pop off, I’mma finish it
Strictly that fly shit, ya’ll know what the business is
His figure face is probably fucking up the autopsy
Sawed off shotty, this the ghost of John Gotti
I’m at the Barclay’s Center on the floor
Ya’ll the type to put a diamond ring on a whore
What the fuck is that?
Ferragamo flannel looking like a lumberjack
Just tryna put my city on the map
Pretty rap, ya’ll piggybacking the next man
Catch me at your college dorm doing the keg stand
Twisting up a zip of headband
Don’t have my money on time? You’s a deadman
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