Bodega BAMZ & A$AP Ferg - Trap Lords | Текст песни

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[Verse 1 : Bodega Bamz]
I used to stand on the corner but ??
I told these bitches we Kings like ?? wet floor
So now I live by the sour, keep the Techs at my door
Back in Two-Thousand-Uno we catching ?? for sure
Mercedes CL ?? make your wife be my misses
Get a cigaret & condom after cleaning my dishes
I said "Mi nombre es Bodega" she said "I know like the stars"
I said "I rap like Toronto" she told me "Start up a tour"
I use the ki's to get money now I'm kickin' down doors
A drug dealing Robin Hood, my Civic touching the floor
Your bitch ridin' my stick, so how she blew my exhaust ?
I made it flip like '96 Olympics diamonds & golds

Congrats to the fools that said I will not make it
Never get a shot so Papi had to take it
Many way might end I was patiently waiting
Listening to Cam, Big L, ??
A$AP Mob ?? nation
Run New-York, who the fuck is you racing ?
Never stay stagnant, beggin' for a ??
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[Hook x4 : A$AP Ferg]
Young trap Lords, ridin' in the streets
Young double F and they playin' with heat

[Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg]
Let 'em up, take 'em down
Two bad bitch is ?? my crown
Sippin ?? make a nigga ??
??
You know me, Young Trap Lord
Wear gold teeth you can't afford
Margiela so fuck the floor
??
?? when he hit that four
??
Won't let up when I pick that chrome
I can see his chromosome
?? inside of your home
And a couple of ?? and your body got swolled
With couple of bucks coming out of ??
Nigga who did it ? Nobody done know

[Hook x4]

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