183rd - Sunday Madness lyrics

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183rd - Sunday Madness lyrics

[Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] Went from a naughty boy to 'Lo, double R.L Purple labeled cartel, coke head Kleinfeld Crooked lawyer part of my clientele My clients maybe speak, but my clients never tell I cuffed my main b**h when Papi made bail I'ma sell in the cell, talk biz on my cell What up, not you n***a, us f** I need Premo or Just, I got L's Double barrel Mossberg, buckshot shells With this rap sh** I'm sick, y'all better wish me well Flamboyant like Big L, flash like Tony Want chicas, champagne, my friends call me Bori Smoking on a bogey, presidential rollie Oh no, oh he, the b**hes call me handsome Trying to rob my style, who paying for the ransom? Questioning my G, this is my only answer [Hook: Smoke DZA] Riiiiiiiiiiight, f** what you heard what's the word, it's Big business here, leave that bullsh** on the curb ‘cause It's them Tanboys, Tanboys It's them Tanboys, Tanboys [Verse 2: Al-Doe] Uh, landed in my sweatsuit Signed an autograph, now it's on to the next shoot DSQUARED bubble get my pic snapped Took your bottom b**h, gave me top till her lips chapped I'm in the house now, trouble what the club bring Pinky finger no ice, I'd rather a drug ring Hella snort at the heliport Lead showers nothing like what your umbrella caught My blood brothers get blood diamonds Connects stay in my ear like f** rhyming Huh, I don't show what I'm spraying A head nod, no words, but he know what I'm saying ‘Cause it was, Soundview, pulled the gun and he swerved They said they heard the shots out on 183rd, n***a Twenty-five to life, never did a one to three Luck told me f** a Bugatti, I need a hundred keys [Hook: Smoke DZA] Riiiiiiiiiiight, f** what you heard what's the word, it's Big business here, leave that bullsh** on the curb ‘cause It's them Tanboys, Tanboys It's them Tanboys, Tanboys

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