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bodega bamz – lazy boy lyrics

[intro: bodega bamz]
word, word, word, man
i just, i just left the bank, man, you know what i’m sayin’?
big bank sh+t, you know what i mean?
like, i don’t let the deposits or that cash go
’cause i’m scared i might drop that sh+t if take a taxi and all that
someone come up on me
(run, forrest, run! run, forrest!)

[chorus: bodega bamz]
bang, bang for your buck (y’heard?), i do not give a f+ck (y’heard?)
i ain’t blood, i ain’t crip (y’heard?), i ain’t that, i ain’t this (y’heard?)
i do not give a f+ck (y’heard?), until we die, live it up (y’heard?)
you ain’t mine, you a sm+t (y’heard?), if i don’t love, i don’t trust (y’heard?)
bang, bang for your buck (y’heard?), i do not give a f+ck (y’heard?)
i ain’t blood, i ain’t crip (y’heard?), i ain’t that, i ain’t this (y’heard?)
i do not give a f+ck (y’heard?), until we die, live it up (y’heard?)
you ain’t mine, you a sm+t (y’heard?), if i don’t love, i don’t trust (y’heard?)

[verse: bodega bamz]
where i’m from (where i’m from)
either ball (either ball) or get a gun (get a gun)
in the trap (in the trap) ’til the sun (’til the sun)
comin’ up (comin’ up), countin’ funds (countin’ funds)
this ain’t my hobby (this ain’t my hobby), this ain’t for fun (this ain’t for fun)
never skip, let that motherf+cker run (run, forrest, run!)
run run run run, n+gga, dump dump dump dump, n+gga
millionaire from the slums, sh+t, i don’t sound like dumb n+ggas
if i wave my gun, n+gga, gettin’ shot, that’s off top, no discussions
(y’heard) that’s word to mami, that’s word to brothers and cousins
don’t hate, get money, you know the rules, so play it
yeah, my flow water, i’m so cozy with cadence
f+ck b+tches, never jaded, that’s sucker sh+t, we real men
hit decline when she facetime, hit decline when she facetime
playin’ dumb on the smartphone, ooh, girl, i’m grown
if i want you, i’ma get you, i don’t own you, i’ma rent you
took years to be the one, i was number two like a pencil, yeah
special, yeah, yeah, take time to be the best
live life, never stressed, nothin’ more, nothin’ less
blessed up ’cause i worked hard, sweat tears many years
shed blood on these streets, i’m alive, still here
i’ma die on my feet, never crawled, never feared
no man, no self, no health, no wealth
no pain, no glory, new house, three stories

[bridge: ohla]
ándale, ándale, mami [?], y’heard? what’s poppin’ tonight?
ándale, ándale, mami [?], y’heard? what’s poppin’ tonight?

[outro: bodega bamz, ohla, peter rosenberg, laura stylez]
and then we went to the burial, you know what i’m sayin’, and that’s where you—’cause the whole time you at the, you at the service, you like, “he gon’ hop out this casket”
yeah, you always got that feelin’ like this is still not real
this ain’t real, like he, he gon’—’cause he—i could speak for myself like, i’m sittin’ there like, “nah, yams gon’ hop out”
yeah, it gotta be like—it’s like you still believe like, “nah, my man’s not gone”
nah, this is a joke, you know what i’m sayin’?
nah it get—when you, when you get to the gravesite is when it gets real
ah, man
that’s when the—like, it’s like, “ah, it’s really happenin'”
you guys were so close, the first time i met yams was at, uh, bamz and ohla’s crib
yeah
yeah
they had a really special relationship
how did that relationship come—yeah, how did that come about, the relationship, the friendship?
um, it was just so, um—

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