| Heard them niggas can’t eat in your bodega, huh?
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| Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
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| Fully loaded banger, let it rip through your cranium
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| Papis catching bodies, riding with Jose and them
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| They carry ammunition, blaze at them
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| Just the same old mission, light 'em up, spray at them
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| Cocaina and your women, you done made a sin
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Yo, I sold drugs cause I wanted to rebel
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| Mom gave enough but enough wasn’t well
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| Prayed I’d stop, on both knees
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| Slow down Bobby Valentine
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| Before I had bars before I had a sale
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| I was in a cell because I made sales
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| Pops flipped out, still made bail
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| Still smoked up still coffin to the nails
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| And the coffin six feet
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| Trap Lord I’mma practice what I preach
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| Got a son got a nephew got a niece
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| In the kitchen made a cocaine feast
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| What the fuck you expect gotta pay rent
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| Burn benjamin franks on fake friends
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| With they hands in but they time’s out
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| I seen dead bodies I could lie bout
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| All my whereabouts
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| Drug shit was my money route
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| Will I go to hell?
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| I ain’t tryna find out
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| So I need forgiveness
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| Holy water sippin'
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| Holy Mary missin' in my life
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| In the club sippin'
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| Blood money spendin'
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| For the love of Bolivian white
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| Give me some advice
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| Heard them niggas can’t eat in your bodega, huh?
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| Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
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| Fully loaded banger, let it rip through your cranium
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| Papis catching bodies, riding with Jose and them
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| They carry ammunition, blaze at them
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| Just the same old mission, light 'em up, spray at them
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| Cocaina and your women, you done made a sin
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| They never turn into salt
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| Them demons creep in your head
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| Put your soul in a coffin
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| I can’t believe that he dead
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| Your soul’ll be higher than Friday
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| With Smokey beamin with Craig
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| Better not sleep on the evils
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| Grim reaper leap in your bed
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| Gotta pull that nine if you gotta
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| Fill that body up with lead
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| Cause he gonna come after you
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| If you don’t hit him in the head
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| Bullet hole up in your crib
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| Baby momma holdin' your kid
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| You don’t want no blood on his bed
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| You better say you a prayer
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| Heard them niggas can’t eat in your bodega, huh?
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| Down and out, now the Trap Lord is your savior, huh?
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| Fully loaded banger, let it rip through your cranium
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| Papis catching bodies, riding with Jose and them
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| They carry ammunition, blaze at them
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| Just the same old mission, light 'em up, spray at them
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| Cocaina and your women, you done made a sin
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen
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| Say amen, say amen, say amen, say amen
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| Trap lord’ll forgive a nigga, just say amen |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Say Amen , by - Bodega Bamz. Song from the album Strictly 4 My P.A.P.I.Z, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп