Cancion : Uncut
Artista : Bodega Bamz
Album : PAPI
Url : https://www.letras10.co/letra-uncut-de-bodega-bamz


[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz]
I came to get your car like a repo
Dominican from the isle, nine-three
Fuck 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 class, 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 shit breathe
Ohla, Tanboys in this bitch
[Verse 2: Bodega Bamz]
Yo, and if a nigga said I'm pussy, we ain't ever meet (nah)
And if a nigga said I'm quiet, we ain't ever speak (nah)
That gangsta tone (what else, nigga?)
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 coke, 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, nigga
It's 7:30, get yo' cake up, nigga
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 niggas for so long, you can't be kiddin' me (yo)
I ain't number two, you can't be shittin' me
I move heavy, dilly, dilly, dilly, D
One love to my New York niggas 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, button 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 grass
When life tested you, you failed just to pass
That means he passes 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, fuck the stash
Hotel holidays, sluts 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 licks, rub and hit pinnacles
Pump a fist, clutchin' grips, dump a clip into you (pow)
Let that shit 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


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