Lyrics Arcadia - Bodega Bamz

Arcadia

Put that on everything that I love
Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from
Put that on everything that I love
Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from
Put that on everything that I love
Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from
Put that on everything that I love
Comin' from where I’m from, where I’m from
L-O-V-E, yeah, L-O-V-E, yeah
The drugs in my system
L-O-V-E, yeah, L-O-V-E, yeah
Drugs in my system
Listen, my man, with the bullet, word
And if it’s my man, I’ma pull it, word
I’ma hold 'em down like Joe Pesci
Cover me in ice like Wayne Gretzky
This is Harlem world, double up, bet me
Twenty-five thou on the wrist, presi
Peanut butter guts in the porsche, jelly
And Sho Gotti in the cut, ready
Tanboy Luka in the cut, ready
Tanboys, we already ready
Live by the machete
We could meet up, fuck, talkin' on the celly
Gotta re-up before I check-out of the telly
If you ain’t got love for a papi, better tell me
Went through the fire, now I’m on vacay
Bitches doin' sixty-nine, tell 'em that’s the treyway
Big money tucked, no «he say,» «she say» bullshit
Unless she say she on my dick
I keep both eyes focused
I keep my face poker, serious
Serious
Serious
Tanboys, we already ready
Tanboys, we already ready
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah
L-O-V-E, yeah