[Verse 1 : Bodega Bamz] I used to stand on the corner with that Bianchi Velour I told these bitches we Kings like homie C-Webb, four So now I live by the sword, keep the Techs lock my door Back in Two-Thousand-Uno we catching homis for sure Mercedes CL sixes, make your wifey my misses Get a cigarette & condom after cleaning my dishes I said \"Mi nombre es Bodega\" she said \"I know like the store\" 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 hard she blew my exhaust I made it flip like '96 Olympics Dominique Dawes Congrats to the fools that said I would 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, Pastor Hastings A$AP Mob with the Tan Boy nation Run New-York, who the fuck is you racing ? Never stay stagnant, back & forth pacing Eastburgh tree, tree, tree, my faaavorite [Hook x4 : A$AP Ferg] Young trap Lords, ridin' in the streets Young Bamalier finna blam you with heat [Verse 2 : A$AP Ferg] Line 'em up, take 'em down Two bad bitches on my couch Sippin on the Henny make a nigga go oh Had a little sex but I really want mouth You know me, Young Trap Lord White gold teeth you can't afford Margiela so fuck the floor Tote that fuck a nigga gon' fall Homie wake up when he hear that four Get sprayed up like his cologne, Won't let up when I pick that chrome I can see his chromosome With the smell of yo guts outside of your home Within a couple of months your body got swolled With couple of bugs coming out of your nose Nigga who did it ? Nobody done know [Hook x4]
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