Bodega Heights - White Lies lyrics

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Bodega Heights - White Lies lyrics

Verse 1 [k**a]: f** boy looking for the stash spot Got a plug banking on the cash out I'm the type of n***a gotta hash out Streets tell what the f** I'm bout Flip-flip-flippin' ‘til I can't count Pistol whippin', whippin' when I'm in doubt Snitchin', tippin' twelve on a sale is a sell out Sending shot through the cell, no bail out You are like a seagull n***a f** yo ego You a sky rat bout to meet this desert eagle Stop a n***a dead in his track man it's lethal Don't give a f** if it's legal This is not a flick at Regal Es la muerte mi amigo Running the field like Luis Figo Winging these birds I got bingo Hook [SS]: Striped like a zebra Strippers on the prowl Weeknights at Cheetah Call it jungle fever Burning on the gra**land Airing out the cheeba Four in my liter Ga**ed up, scale like a libra Oldschool, E30 M beamer High beams on, blinding all the schemers [k**a] Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked) Thought you was heavy with the work (wooh) Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah bah) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah) [SS] We ain't trying to hear them whites lies Yeah we the source of the pipeline Nah you don't be out at nighttime And nah you ain't really tryna to spark nothin' Flying north keep ‘em birds in formation Move ‘em from the sky to the ocean Rocks on a wave keep it kosher Do it for the psychedelic culture Verse 2 [k**a]: You need that work they got that work Got b**hes in they bando You need that work we got that work Got b**hes in our bando Never slinged rocks, lived in a gla** house Trap house on the corner with the compound Same street where the lost never got found Bunch of k**as on the same block, call it dog pound Trappers sellin work off the jump Jumpers getting uppers off the trap It's a jungle out here betta bring a treasure map (Bodega) Hook [SS]: Striped like a zebra Strippers on the prowl Weeknights at Cheetah Call it jungle fever Burning on the gra**land Airing out the cheeba Four in my liter Ga**ed up, scale like a libra Oldschool, E30 M beamer High beams on, blinding all the schemers [k**a] Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (getcha merked) Thought you was heavy with the work (wooh) Thought you was heavy with the work (with the work) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah bah) Frontin on the trap getcha merked (bah) [SS] We ain't trying to hear them whites lies Yeah we the source of the pipeline Nah you don't be out at nighttime And nah you ain't really tryna to spark nothin' Flying north keep ‘em birds in formation Move ‘em from the sky to the ocean Rocks on a wave keep it kosher Do it for the psychedelic culture

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