Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Down These Mean Streets , by - Bodega Bamz. Release date: 13.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Down These Mean Streets |
| I done did everything in New York but fuck Vashtie |
| Kilo, keep it low key, I ain’t flashy |
| We lock jaws over here, I ain’t Lassie |
| White girl mine, make her V look nasty |
| Potato on the Glock, you tryin' to be big like gravy |
| My bullets will mash thee |
| Tax free running from the law |
| Listen dog, got a lot in and outta different cars |
| Hot plates on 'em, never safe on 'em |
| Johnny Cage autograph with my face on 'em |
| Bamz dead chief, I don’t change on 'em |
| I snipe hoes for a on 'em |
| Fucking right, hell yeah, I’m fuckin' right |
| Give her crack, get 'em out, for this fuckin' pipe |
| , Ohla gave me the speech |
| God gave me arms with the cookie jar reach |
| Nigga |
| Okay, ya tu sabes, esto es pa la Bodega (Pa la bodega) |
| Si, todos los dias yo le pido al Seño |
| Que me da fuerza en la calle, envidioso |
| Pero tu sabes como yo ando, con mi chaleco y mi .45 empuntado |
| Cualquier mamabicho quiere tirarse, tirate, que yo estoy ready (The price is |
| right) y me estoy tirando pa la 24 so’ora cabron! |
| Dame! |