Video Dimelo de Aldivino Y Michaelangelo 2025 Lyrics Lyrics

Aldivino Y Michaelangelo - Dimelo Lyrics

[Intro: al.divino]
(I'm such a genius)
(Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Yeah, man (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
Do the impossible, you know? (Yeah)
Ayy, ayo

[Verse 1: al.divino & Estee Nack]
Smoke gelato, live like I hit the lotto, need a lot of dough
Lotta coke, took my confidant' dollars, woah
Put dots on you like a (Blow-blow, blow) domino
Beamer though, cops
Ask your momma where you at, she said "I don't know" (Where you go?)
Adios, tote the llama though
Ratchet ready to rock and roll (Brrt), 'fetti drop on your skull, What's the goal? (Who the GOAT?)
It's a ghost, son
You ghost (Woo)
Gotta get the dough, yellow bone, nympho
Body fall, get the god thrown in the rope (Mm)
Ether over the stove, we're outside with it, Balmanno (Swoo)
Balmanno
Hard to outshine, hit his Ipods, sniffin' (Blow-blow, blow, blow)
Piеs splitted, kick doors off the hinges
Hit a hеist with precision, flip your lights off
Dom Pérignon pissin', Louis Vuitton carry-on vintage (Yeah), authentic fishscale sniff
Your face get frost bitten, sauce drippin', in the loft with some bitches, son (Oh-woah!), ah!, Yeah (Yo)
[Verse 2: Estee Nack]
Double dippin', devil dog drippin'
Thought is different, this is for Little Debbie in the kitchen (Whip)
Gone fishin', bomb riden, yo (Smoke!)
Kel-Tec, boom, click (Bow-bow)
And you wish it wasn't with your arm missin', y'all (Oh, shit)
I'm off the balacony with a .30, we floor pissin' (Splash)
Yeah
Applyin' just like leesmen (We got the unit!)
Beat the shit out of you (Bow-bow-bow)
Put a hole in your trendy Hypebeast gear (Bloaw!)
That's me sittin' on a beach chair (With comfort)
Feel the sun in February, leap year (Ad-lib)
Fully out to the bottom, I can see it clear, we appeared (Poof)
Had a puff of weed smoke (Smoke)
Ki' of coke, keep it there (Toma)
Products is potent to the customer, come get some of these to share (You know?)
Mm, yo
Niggas in my face talkin' numbers and I don't even care (I avoid that)
My plug game is infinite, son, ask me (Demon!)
What kind of bread I spent on my diva here
We talkin' 'bout another league, your fort under siege (Boom-boom-boom)
Roll upon you whistlin' like tumbleweeds
Suckers bleed, hunnid sleeves
I'm talkin' crazy arms, huntin' G's (Come, yeah, oh)
Yeah, son (Doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot-doot)
We gettin' money (Money!)
Bitches ate my dick with two buns, B (Yeah)
Like Chun-Li (Wuah)
Your favorite shit is in Sinaloa, lungi (Ah)
Most of you niggas is bozos and bungies (Idiots)
Listen, I came to win with the Colts like Tony Dungy (Click, click, bow!)
[Outro: Estee Nack]
Nigga
Nack-motherfucking-Mandela, son (Bojo!)
Know what I'm sayin'? We get out here, vamanos (Oh!)
Al.divino (Son)