Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song El-Rey, artist - Bodega Bamz. Date of issue: 13.04.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
El-Rey |
| V Don |
| Salute, God |
| Tanboys |
| Just rap, music slash visionary |
| Dodge the pen with the pen, not the cemetery |
| Lyrically push the envelope with every mp3 released |
| More rappers deceased |
| The game needs a sweep, look before you seek |
| Pull up in a Rolls, a rose out concrete |
| Grew up on the Lox, underrated like Sheek |
| They were told, so they old, not you, but me |
| Drop the price to kill competition |
| Cop two chains, my ice like repetition |
| I don’t fabricate, tell lies or predictions |
| I’m a soldier at war, Tom Cruise through the mission |
| Accomplished with precision, those words too big for ya |
| Let me make it simpler, just to get rid of ya |
| King of Manhattan, wearing chancletas |
| Tan flag, que bonita bandera |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the hood saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the bitches saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the killers saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the dealers saying |
| Chincilla in the summer how you fake |
| Don’t turn into a Mark for the ice like Messier |
| I’ma bring back agua, stop reaching for the well |
| I leave the scene messy like Lionel |
| Double S, Chevy Chevelle |
| Head spin like Latrell, robbin', givin' niggas hell |
| Kept the iron like Mike, Tyson |
| The center of attention in NY, so why continue writin'? |
| Fool, why continue fightin' |
| When your heart pump sixteen handles? |
| Before I turned eighteen, Papi lit up sixteen candles |
| Break a beat down to the sample, middle finger |
| Fuck you, suck a dick, then I say thank you |
| Grateful for the dead, that’s word to Jesus sandels |
| King of uptown, wearing chancletas |
| Tan flag, que bonita bandera |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the hood saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the bitches saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the killers saying |
| Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega |
| I got the dealers saying |