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bodega bamz - hallways lyrics

[intro]
now bust this guy’s t–th out
word, this that luca gunna
now bust this guy’s t–th out
whatever you got, a forty-five, or a nine, or, glock
now bust this guy’s t–th out
word up, word up
now bust this guy’s t–th out
now bust this guy’s t–th out

[chorus]
homicide in the project hallways
the next day, rolled dice in the hallways (n-ggas)
big cypher in the hallways (to all my)
all-nighters in the hallways
homicide in the project hallways
the next day, rolled dice in the hallways (n-ggas)
big cypher in the hallways (to all my)
all-nighters in the hallways

[verse 1]
i ain’t lookin’ like your typical (n-ggas)
jesus head, lookin’ biblical
gin and tonic, healthy, my body brolic (yo)
rubber band it, plastic up in the wallet (i’ll try)
you n-ggas stop it, k!ll me with all that gossip
i hit the tropics, came in with some exotics
came in with some exotic, onyx (when i shut ’em down)
i got that kinda face that you don’t f-ck around with
two pistols bringin’ t-pain
i never drove a scooter down biscayne
this, mane, for the real, not the b-tch-made
fifty dollars for the tuna, i don’t fish fillet
every hood in the city got a lil tay (n-ggas)
i had a few moves and a lil j (n-ggas)
in the streets, f-ck a hoop dream
i run the full, smokin’ loosies

[chorus]
homicide in the project hallways
the next day, rolled dice in the hallways
big cypher in the hallways
all-nighters in the hallways
homicide in the project hallways
the next day, rolled dice in the hallways
big cypher in the hallways
all-nighters in the hallways

[interlude]
now bust this guy’s t–th out
this sh-t hard
now bust this guy’s t–th out
now—

[verse 2]
i let the beat build for a second
i’m back at it, fire like backdraft
watch for the switch sides, they first to backstab
i could show real scars, you got a cat scratch
you ain’t on my level, you ain’t on my street
now bust this guy’s t–th out (i’ll try)
throw your ball over the fence until you get it
keep knockin’ that door until you get in (get in!)
keep bangin’ on the door until you get in (what?)
keep bangin’ on the door until you get in (what?)
you gotta take a loss (i’ll tell you some things i never told you)
i used to be the undercard (drop that bum)
i used to be, i used to be
i used to be a broke n-gga (n-ggas) ooh, times changed

[outro]
i think i f-cked, though
slap box with the devil, n-gga
i’m ready, i don’t ever throw away my medal
slap box with the devil
i never throw away my medal
slap box with the devil (drop that bum)
if i go to h-ll, i’m slap boxin’ with the devil
let me hear that

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