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bodega bamz - the king lyrics

[verse 1]
who really the best rapper since pun ain’t here?
y’all know the answer to that when bamz in here
call me plymouth with the rock how we land in here
the fam in here
you see i bring my tans in here
elite, i’m not even at my peak
i could make make a mountain move
my [?] the size of a mustard seed
i like my coffee black, nothing sweet about me
doubt you, rapping what you living, i’m about to
out is what they count you
put you in a box like you lost and i found you
i already knew you ain’t nothing, you re+run
call me el+rey in the city is my kingdom
you know what joker can’t get into a kings dome
i ain’t sick, i got “keep it g” syndrome
diagnosed, if you real and you know it, better show it (cl!ck, boom)
if you real and you know it, better show it
tanboyz

[interlude]
let them h+rns play
you know a king love his h+rns
el+rey
[verse 2]
yo
dime, dime, dime (¿que pasa?)
dime, dime, dime, (¿que pasa?)
tell me, tell me, tell me, who’s hotter?
took her from the crib to the playa
what i gotta do to let y’all n+ggas know (b+tches too)
we could do commercial, could do spiritual
lyrical, we can make it simple too
i could turn on new york radio
and do it typical, look at you
dot+com, all they do is cap, marvel that
ok, bring the thundercat
p+ssy don’t want none of that
grew up on the diplomats
haji know bodega rap
any feature heard me on
flacko said bodega snapped
on the phone with kevin gates
and we talking real estate
been across the map
we discussing what’s the real estate
went to maine for lobster
in the summer cracking snow crab (rip)
i wish i could bring yams back
[outro]
hold that
hold that
hold that
hold that

you know a king love his h+rns
el+rey

who really the best rapper since pun ain’t here?
bodega, bodega, bodega, bodega
who really the best rapper since pun ain’t here?
bodega, bodega, bodega, bodega
(now stand on that)

dime, dime, dime, (¿que pasa?)
dime, dime, dime, (¿que pasa?)
tell me, tell me, tell me, who’s hotter?
you ain’t got no ends in mi casa

now stand on that

took her from the crib to the playa
(hahaha)

- bodega bamz lyrics

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