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letra de dr vs. pr - bodega bamz

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[part i]

[intro: bodega bamz]
350 on the stove and it’s 90 outside, n-gga (yo, yo)

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
i’m an urban legend with suburban fans
blonde b-tches with the perfect tans f-ck with bamz
i love new york, i keep it real like chance
100 keep it, yeah, you heard the chant (woo)
started with a plan, had to see it through
never had a problem bein’ by myself
f-ck yo’ money, i’ll buy myself
f-ck the pilot, i’ll fly myself
f-ck the label, i’ll sign myself, n-gga
on the road to riches, i drive myself
diablo got suicide doors, i’ll die myself
but enough about myself, when in philly, crack a dutch
when in cali, roll a blunt, b-tch, i don’t need to provе a d-mn thing

[chorus: tanboy luka & bodega bamz]
you better not go therе (i tried to tell these motherf-ckers)
you better not go there (i tried to tell these b-tch n-ggas)
you better not go there (i’m everywhere, pa)
you better not go there (holly-holly-hollywood, pa)
you better not go there (i’m in miami)
you better not go there (i’m in texas)
you better not go there (ny, pa)
you better not go there
you better not go there
you better not go there
you better not go there
you better not go there (i’m in mexico)
you better not go there (i’m in europe)
you better not go there (puerto rico)
you better not go there (santo domingo)
you better not go

[part ii]

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
they call me papi ’cause i get dinero (ballin’)
got christina in the high stilettos (ballin’)
about the loco, i’m the [?] (wha-wha)
cross the river [?], whoa whoa
my primo told me i’m a star
i was ten years old with the o’s
i was facin’ ten years, still rich, i’ma die broke, yo’ heart
never did time, i was that smart (whoa, whoa)
now i can’t hide, i’m a gangster
buck fifty to the face, now i can’t change (ha)
[?] oscar
f-ck sugar shane, made it rain candy cane
give, give me another one

[chorus: tanboy luka & ohla]
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (n-gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (know he ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (i know this n-gga ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ to a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (they ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout me (they ain’t talkin’ ’bout me)
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout a b-tch n-gga, b-tch n-gga

[verse 2: bodega bamz]
you ain’t talkin’ ’bout (whoa) clap turned up
h2o, brown water in my cup (yeah, whoa)
pat me down (ha)
never sell a soul, won’t make a sound (pop, pop, whoa)
roll that weed
live on ya knees? rather die on feet (whoa)
take advantage of my kindness
yeah, i love money, come second to my violence
what comes up comes down like hydraulics
pill head, pop head, and alcoholic
what you know about me?

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