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letra de boom - bodega bamz

[intro]
ka-boom!
at the buzzer, yes!

[hook: slim pudge]
boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick ’em
huh, right? nah, hit ’em
boom shakalaka-laka, hit a n-gg- with the chopper
boom shakalaka-laka, drop a n-gg- when i pop up
boom bow, boom bap, brr, stick ’em
huh, right? nah, hit ’em
boom shakalaka-laka, hit a n-gg- with the chopper
boom shakalaka-laka, drop a n-gg- when i pop up

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
i just pull up, get out and get all the hoes
(boom shakalaka!) look at all them hoes
how you know me, homie? don’t call me “bro”
you blew cash like me, don’t call me, crow
any smoke with me, better make it known
he been hide all summer, better take this snow
i’m feeling you, but i demand some respect
’cause i already spent your advance on a tech (boom!)
dance with the devil, i done sparred with the best
i done came out the east, getting love out west
boom bow, boom bam, hit him
(toting them, toting them choppers) chick with him
if your man fall, you fall, stick with him
i don’t care if you stand up, sit with him
out the mud, sandbox, p-ss, sh-t with him
i can tell who really got the b-tch in ’em

[verse 2: slim pudge]
n-gg-s ’bout it, ’bout it like master p
talk down on papi, that’s blasphemy
talk down on rukkus, that’s blasphemy
talk down on me, f-ck blasphemy
rat in peace, don’t ask for beef
taking over nova scotia, better p-ss the trees
disrespect, grab the tech, move foul, caught a rep
better watch where you step, then i blast the piece, motherf-cker

[verse 3: bodega bamz]
throw him in the choke, gun smoke, the aroma
still in the streets, but i party at the mobile
i be posted up, never posing with a poser
salute me, general, started as a soldier
anyway, get away, local, howlin’
speeding, laughing, shoot the gun sideways
counting this money, feeling proper
when i lay a n-gg- down with the chopper

[verse 4: badlukk]
so don’t you bet me
i know that they want to behead me
so n-gg-, i’m ready
don’t need to protect me
i’m gripped with the straps and machetes
so come on maf-cker, come get me
tanboys and the sev be the maf-cking fam
i’ll break a n-gg- jaw for my big brother bamz
all souls, hunnid keep it, that’s the maf-cking clan
thought we told ya that you can’t ban the tan, lil b-tch

[outro: slim pudge]
pull up on ’em with the opps
toting them, toting them choppers
toting them, toting them, toting them choppers
pull up on ’em with the opps
toting them, toting them choppers
pull up on ’em with the opps
toting them, toting them choppers
boom shakalaka!

- bodega bamz

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