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letra de uncut - bodega bamz

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
i came to get your car like a repo
dominican from the isle, nine-three
f-ck donald trump, get donald duck
talk about money, try swimmin’ in it
i’m talkin’ ’bout bricks, try buildin’ in it
i’m talkin’ ’bout the streets, try filmin’ in it
i’m talkin’ ’bout the danger zone
cut cl-ss, cut crack, tryna make it home
before mami get there and flip out (woo)
you know that belt had me screamin’ out
“please mercy, mercy, please”
if you real, then you relatin’ to me, ayo, v don
let that sh-t breathe
ohla, tanboys in this b-tch

[verse 2: bodega bamz]
yo, and if a n-gga said i’m p-ssy, we ain’t ever meet (nah)
and if a n-gga said i’m quiet, we ain’t ever speak (nah)
that gangsta tone (what else, n-gga?)
the gangsta home, ayo
shout out to lil eto, shout out to sho gotti
shout out to willie hex, you know we still ridin’
(woo, word)
look, listen
i gave it to you real and uncut
reveal the uncut c0ke, never stepped on
they tellin’ me i’m slept on (yeah, ha ha)
they keep tellin’ me i’m slept on
wake up, wake up, wake up, n-gga
it’s 7:30, get yo’ cake up, n-gga
i’m crazy, yeah
look, look, yo

[chorus: bodega bamz]
diamonds and mac-10s, tell a friend
hollows, hollows, meet your very end
yo, catchin’ up to god quicker
i said, yo
diamonds and mac-10s, tell a friend
hollows, hollows, meet yo’ very end
yo, catchin’ up to god quicker
i said, catchin’ up to god quicker

[verse 3: bodega bamz]
mm, burgers with the fam, talkin’ ’bout little italy
sonned these n-ggas for so long, you can’t be kiddin’ me (yo)
i ain’t number two, you can’t be sh-ttin’ me
i move heavy, dilly, dilly, dilly, d
one love to my new york n-ggas who pulled triggers
still ride low and act figures
all vicious, pitbull we feed gunpowder
tanboys, they all talk about us

[chorus: bodega bamz]
diamonds and mac-10s, tell a friend
hollows, hollows, meet your very end
catchin’ up to god quicker
i said, catchin’ up to god quicker, ayo

[verse 4: lil eto]
yeah, very, all this hard liquor, holy wine, bar mitzvahs (yeah)
god forgive us
ain’t no feedin’ or starvin’ us (no), that’s a fed case (yeah)
and a headache (yeah), dead weight (pow)
twenty-four though, bodega is litty
i’m with a pink toe, la morena is with me (pretty, yeah)
and she’s a puerta for kitty
cuttin’ up, red top the city, b-tton up, love
shout out to ohla (what up?)
what up bonnie? (what up?), luka brosi (yeah), yeah
gotta have guts to stash (that’s right)
stuff the bag, it was up for grabs
snakes in the winter, can’t cut the gr-ss
when life tested you, you failed just to p-ss
that means he p-sses away
it ain’t nothin’ like back in the days, structure’s bad
i’m known well down the way, up the ave
long as the blow sell powder way, f-ck the stash
hotel holidays, sl-ts get smashed
sippin’ on cold pel, proper haze, bumps and cash
a little money changin’, what would six figures do?
i’ve come to disfigure you ’cause he missed principles
i hug the strip, hunnid l!cks, rub and hit pinnacles
pump a fist, clutchin’ grips, dump a clip into you (pow)
let that sh-t breathe
look, yo, yo

[chorus: bodega bamz]
diamonds and mac-10s, tell a friend
hollows, hollows, meet yo’ very end
yo, catchin’ up to god quicker
i said (catchin’ up to god quicker) yo
diamonds and mac-10s, tell a friend
hollows, hollows, meet your very end
yo, catchin’ up to god quicker
i said, catchin’ up to god quicker

- bodega bamz

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