Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fuego, artist - Bodega Bamz. Album song PAPI, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 12.04.2018
Record label: 100 Keep It, Duck Down
Song language: English
Fuego |
| Drugs in my socks, call me Fuego Nate |
| You was eatin' Hot Pockets, I was cuttin' up the plate |
| Run up on a hot pocket, gettin' chips, Frito Lay |
| Crackhead comin' short, I give back another day (it's okay!) |
| Brave enough to sell to Jakes, run and hide, get away |
| Preacher pulled me to the side, talked me out my trappin' ways |
| I ain’t tryna hear it though, slow money fast today |
| Prayin' on my downfall, maybe I should fast today |
| Alleyway alley cat, dirtbag, look who’s talkin' |
| 'tude like Kirstie Alley, Ford tough in the Taurus |
| Car hot, no insurance, four of us all pourin' |
| Henny out all for it, each of us got warrants |
| AM to the PM niggas, beefin' with albian niggas |
| Pull up with the BM, nigga, we just tryna be them niggas |
| Gotta be full effect, life ain’t straight and narrow |
| Cupid ain’t from the streets, we don’t deal with bows and arrows |
| Don’t believe in tarot cards, followin' my destiny |
| Caught up in the past though, the present still rejectin' me |
| The future I don’t know about, I don’t even wash my jeans |
| All I know, cleanin' money, tryna home the laundery |
| Nat doin' fed time, commissary never short |
| Sayin' I’m ahead of time, in the booth teleport |
| Now I’m in the corner store, pickin' up the telephone |
| Connect said he on the way (Fuego Nate) |
| Now I’m in the corner store, pickin' up the telephone |
| Connect said he on the way (Fuego Nate) |
| Now I’m in the corner store, pickin' up the telephone |
| Connect said he on the way (Fuego Nate) |
| They call me Fuego Nate, that’s the name that they gave me |
| Kids in the hood lookin' up to Fuego Nate, bricks, bricks |
| Give me all that weight, give me all that weight (huh) |
| Give me all that weight, give me all that weight (huh) |
| Give me all that weight, give me all that weight (huh) |
| I play the Wall Street of rap, my stocks is high |
| And if the truth six feet, all you niggas would lie |
| Motherfuckers would tell stories to watch you read |
| Kill a nigga for a Rolex, watch you bleed |
| Caviar filled my belly, the choice was paid |
| Five star on the telly, the calls was made |
| To be a boss superhero, the hustle my power |
| My kryptonite, can’t be around cowards, fuego |