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bodega bamz - nicky warlord lyrics

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
i’ve been talking pain for a decade
no hype
you can hear the pain in my belly bench pressing 45 plates
but your cause like big budget head shot dead hunting all night
two eyes gave me vision
but i had the foresight searching for the truth
ima’ violate the fourth right
lost the first three
brang my gun by the fourth fight
made it out of h+ll but so of course i want more ice, more more cars, more life
fashion week used to be a big deal until y’all made the fashion weak
ima’ spеak
[hook: bodega bamz]
my cloth cut from the last of a dying bread
i’m talking gambino yeah i’m talking gеnevieves
we don’t beg for mercy we don’t say please
when we taking pictures we don’t say cheese
ima start charging y’all late fees
cause y’all been talking y’all time not to credit me
the don

[verse 2: bodega bamz]
yo, is better to burn out than fade away
i send a text to my barber i need my faith today
cause i ain’t gotta clue what i’ma face today
what i’m gonna make today and i started late today
my suit game like mcgregor fifty shades of grey
won’t be satisfied until i’m making 50k a day
god didn’t only just humble me he sat me down
sign of the cross to this day n0body back me down
catch me at the hole in the walls
where they don’t pat me down
old rappers live off the past i’m like what happened now
dropped out in 10th grade
i ain’t reach the cap and gown
thought i wouldn’t make it on this journey
who’s crying now?
i’m around
if didn’t rap i would make the sound
i’m the man who supplied the man who supply the town
i just want to flow like a fountain
and rifle that could spot a evil up in the mountain
a jewish layer named lansky should have been my accountant
the great 1, 2, 3, 4, 5… who’s counting?
fifteen minutes of fame
and enough to sell my soul
if i never go platinum i’m still gold
k!llers say he was the best but not promoted right
and i feel the same way about me
i ain’t black i ain’t white
i’m a tan to the third degree
ain’t no way you never heard of me!
[hook: bodega bamz]
my cloth cut from the last of a dying bread
i’m taking gambino yeah i’m talking genevieve’s
we don’t beg for mercy we don’t say please
when we taking pictures we don’t say cheese
i’ma start charging y’all late fees
cause y’all been talking y’all time not to credit me
the don
i’ma start charging y’all late fees
cause y’all been talking y’all time not to credit me
the don

- bodega bamz lyrics

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