Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll
Like LA and ...could tell by the finite
On the black women test and said
Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up
Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll
Like LA and ...could tell by the finite
On the black women test and said
Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up
Bodega and liquor stores
Same sh** is different cos objects are walk in our projects where we getting smoke
In the back shutting craps, needed that with a Ceo
Got crack in the ego, empty but got time to reload
Catch you in Manhattan then get in a train in the station
By a box on the hustle, rebel for possible waiting
Look I usually wear chucks but I had to throw all my chains
Cuz I aint use with the snow
Only snow I know is the
Shutter and stife to the pipe, clearly Im stuck in this life
And spend this b**h to this highs
We had the black means on rights
We chick from Maley coa, we usually eating that homie
But coat to coat and get stove
f** it they kept the lights on
Judge me if they know I was wrong, but free my n***as was righters
And get out the twins towers won and polute all the writers
All the nights in the streets for a better life for my
Make sure hes a fan, f** the fans
n***a is on
Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll
Like LA and ...could tell by the finite
On the black women test and said
Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up
Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll
Like LA and ...could tell by the finite
On the black women test and said
Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up
Bodega and liquor store Im the best from all Spanish
Hold on, now give me, give me aah
And your packet is a rabbit yeah
We aint have the same
Come on to that up and down
My n***a I love the way you go bang and banging
W rather go with the badest b**hes and traffic cuz motherf**er nothing last a minute
We check for lay, ride upon me with heals
I get a store and I will say how I feel
My homies get all the rest, remember time in Minnesota
By the night in two hours, they thought they needed Joe Coker
But the boot never works
And even thou they compare Im still fly after the worst play
Shut up you, cant compare, dream it, soon as Im stuck on this play
I hear my mama screaming, heey my essay is like
Soon as Im feeling, Im getting yours now
Bodega and liquor stores, dashes and switches roll
Like LA and ...could tell by the finite
On the black women test and said
Girl all in the hood, Im still throwing up