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Artiste:
Mir Fontane
Titre:
Bodega
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Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us So me and my niggas chasing this paper Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I come from the side where they pop ya Then talk to ya doctor and cry with ya mama I grew up ‘round killers and robbers Who wanna be ballers and live like the Carters Homie in the street chasing pesos We used to play Legos, now he play with Dracos He still be outside the bodega, bodega, bodega We still— Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us So me and my niggas chasing this paper Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega Lately my life feel like a movie Ya girl wanna do me, she get doggy like Scooby Paranoid, maybe I’m too high I don’t trust these new guys That car passed a few times Niggas telling me that it’s on site But when I’m in they sight, I guess they change they mind Won’t catch me slipping at the bodega, bodega, bodega Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us So me and my niggas chasing this paper Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I need a guantalamela And a million dollar billas Keep my toes on the ground like 100 caterpillars Mama say that I’m the realest, wanna move out to the Villas Away from those who wanna kill us when we— Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon’ save us So me and my niggas chasing this paper Bustin’ moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega