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letra de a lotta bodiez - hambino

[verse 1: hambino]

certified boss, c.t.n. millionaire
knock a n-gga off, drop twenty racks on his head
cheapest bricks going, b-tch i got it snowing
count it, two mil large, money overflowing
n-ggas plotting on my life, trying to earn stripes
they got one time, cause if they miss, they mama die the same night
this city mine, [?], cause we don’t pay the same price
they can’t eat unless i feed ’em, success overnight
now these hoes, they love hoes, love p-ssy, love me
and these owners, they know owners that own clubs love me
cause they knowing when i hit the door, i know how to party
and every n-gga ’round hambino got a lot of bodies

[hook: young buck]

flag hanging, riding with my top down
trap banging, chopper hold a hundred rounds
b-tches everywhere, they say i know how to party
and every n-gga ’round me, got a lot of bodies

a lot of bodies [x2]

teardrop tattoos, that’s a lot of bodies

a lot of bodies [x2]

y’all know our att-tude, f-ck everybody

[verse 2: young buck]

back to the basics, b-tch i think i’m yo gotti
maserati, two-seater, but it’s four bodies
i can get your face blown and the case gone
my goons on speed dial, it won’t take long
i’ma wait for ’em, set my bait for ’em
happy birthday, b-tch, bake a cake for ’em
have that homicide looking in the lake for ’em
while smith brothers working trying to find a date for ’em
i know old k!llers, never been caught
cut-throat, even knock they own friends off
the feds hate it but the b-tches love it
she said she only f-cking with the one that really does it
it’s buck

[hook]

[hook 2: hambino]

i’m in dodge city
each and every day
you got a problem with me, b-tch i’m coming with that k

it’s c.t.n., homie, there is no other way
f-ck what you claim, we’ll send you p-ssy n-ggas to your grave

in dodge city projects [x3]

we built for war, you broke–ss n-ggas ain’t prepared yet

[verse 3: hambino]

[?] is my n-gga, [?] and we miss you
ham never goes with you, dodge city bricks along with you
fake n-ggas, forget you, and they don’t even love the hood
f-ck around and get hit up, i’m ’bout to get it, understood
y’all remember [?], well b-tch, what about [?]
all we know is that k!lling sh-t, f-ck your hood you hoes ain’t worthy
free my n-gga [?], the da got him twenty-five
riding for his n-gga, that’s that real sh-t, cause we do-or-die
gives a f-ck about who would try, this just between you and i
boy, i know your true side, cross that line and you will die
f-ck with me is suicide, you ain’t on my level, cuh
beefing with the truer living, god will buy you double, cuh

[hook 2]

- hambino

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