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uptownbodega - god's plan lyrics

i’m so nice i shoulda died in the late 90s
god had a plan kept me round u see it’s all timely
moving like a old timer, big timer, drunk nightly
high daily, tried to move like chri but that’s not likely
n-ggas don’t rap no more they just sing whiney
but this be that new york sh-t
rip to prodigy
the real h.n.i.c
i’m soaring like a condor
my scale keep it digital
tried to walk the right route, my n-ggas all went criminal
this grown man rap u lil n-ggas sip on enfamil
yea
it’s big chri i do this for the thrill n the blood spill
i’m real ill
emphysema bars make u choke, still
i need a track wit ill bill, u know i’m talking real deal
step up in the spot like walmart prices talking big deals
i need a big pill, i took big spill, f-cking wit some hoes in barcelona
wavey boy stay wet but my p-ss yellow like coronas
got diplomas got degrees but that ain’t do nothing for me in white america
tried to play they field but one look n then they scared of ya
deliver all these packs n keep it moving like a courier
listening to uptown music make u wanna grab a brick and split it, hurry up
hit u wit a flurry of, bars u haven’t heard, i let it out she quick to slurp me up and sometimes
i really feel you are unworthy of
such greatness in your presence
come uptown if u could journey up
if u really dare
them dominicans be stirring up
all kinds of trouble, i just sit there sip my tea cup
ask me for advice i just tell u keep your knees up
i need the kinda money keep me icy like a freezer nah
i need the kinda money i can buy what i could dream of
for now i just stay fly keep a clean cut
all kinds of bubbles staying patient til i blow up
gotta keep my eyes wide, my money never slow up
i show up, punch u in the chest til your eyes close up, then roll up
smoking on that loud until i throw up
i always tell who i can respect by how they grow up
always tell who cutting the check by how they stroll up
u talking like u know us
start acting like u owe us
ur little b-tch be sucking my d-ck until i woke up, but no need to be enemies hit me i’m snowed up
i got keys to move all them doors that got u hold up, or held up
my brother moved them bricks till they were seldom, said well-done
til n-ggas snitched and he was set up then sent up
i’m big chri i’m doing my thing for all that went up

it’s bodega it’s bodega

it’s bodega boy make big noise
i wet u up like blastoise
my molly look like turquoise
she eat it cuz it’s her choice
u shrimp cuz u a po boy, oh boy
i been saying that since it was ’02
if u tried to fight me twice n-gga you’d be 0-2
i know you, typa boy to fumble the rock n0body go to
typa boy hit up the cops cuz that’s ya go-to
typa boy quick to get shot up in the jungle

- uptownbodega lyrics

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