Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Uncut, 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
Uncut |
| I came to get your car like a repo |
| Dominican from the isle, nine-three |
| Fuck Donald Trump, get Donald Duck |
| Talk about money, try swimmin' in it |
| I’m talkin' 'bout bricks, try buildin' in it |
| I’m talkin' 'bout the streets, try filmin' in it |
| I’m talkin' 'bout the danger zone |
| Cut class, cut crack, tryna make it home |
| Before mami get there and flip out (woo) |
| You know that belt had me screamin' out |
| «Please mercy, mercy, please» |
| If you real, then you relatin' to me, ayo, V Don |
| Let that shit breathe |
| Ohla, Tanboys in this bitch |
| Yo, and if a nigga said I’m pussy, we ain’t ever meet (nah) |
| And if a nigga said I’m quiet, we ain’t ever speak (nah) |
| That gangsta tone (what else, nigga?) |
| The gangsta home, ayo |
| Shout out to Lil Eto, shout out to Sho Gotti |
| Shout out to Willie Hex, you know we still ridin' |
| (Woo, word) |
| Look, listen |
| I gave it to you real and uncut |
| Reveal the uncut coke, never stepped on |
| They tellin' me I’m slept on (yeah, ha ha) |
| They keep tellin' me I’m slept on |
| Wake up, wake up, wake up, nigga |
| It’s 7:30, get yo' cake up, nigga |
| I’m crazy, yeah |
| Look, look, yo |
| Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend |
| Hollows, hollows, meet your very end |
| Yo, catchin' up to God quicker |
| I said, yo |
| Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend |
| Hollows, hollows, meet yo' very end |
| Yo, catchin' up to God quicker |
| I said, catchin' up to God quicker |
| Mm, burgers with the fam, talkin' 'bout Little Italy |
| Sonned these niggas for so long, you can’t be kiddin' me (yo) |
| I ain’t number two, you can’t be shittin' me |
| I move heavy, dilly, dilly, dilly, D |
| One love to my New York niggas who pulled triggers |
| Still ride low and act figures |
| All vicious, pitbull we feed gunpowder |
| Tanboys, they all talk about us |
| Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend |
| Hollows, hollows, meet your very end |
| Catchin' up to God quicker |
| I said, catchin' up to God quicker, ayo |
| Yeah, very, all this hard liquor, holy wine, bar mitzvahs (yeah) |
| God forgive us |
| Ain’t no feedin' or starvin' us (no), that’s a fed case (yeah) |
| And a headache (yeah), dead weight (pow) |
| Twenty-four though, Bodega is litty |
| I’m with a pink toe, la morena is with me (pretty, yeah) |
| And she’s a puerta for kitty |
| Cuttin' up, red top the city, button up, love |
| Shout out to Ohla (what up?) |
| What up Bonnie? |
| (what up?), Luka Brosi (yeah), yeah |
| Gotta have guts to stash (that's right) |
| Stuff the bag, it was up for grabs |
| Snakes in the winter, can’t cut the grass |
| When life tested you, you failed just to pass |
| That means he passes away |
| It ain’t nothin' like back in the days, structure’s bad |
| I’m known well down the way, up the ave |
| Long as the blow sell powder way, fuck the stash |
| Hotel holidays, sluts get smashed |
| Sippin' on cold Pel, proper haze, bumps and cash |
| A little money changin', what would six figures do? |
| I’ve come to disfigure you 'cause he missed principles |
| I hug the strip, hunnid licks, rub and hit pinnacles |
| Pump a fist, clutchin' grips, dump a clip into you (pow) |
| Let that shit breathe |
| Look, yo, yo |
| Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend |
| Hollows, hollows, meet yo' very end |
| Yo, catchin' up to God quicker |
| I said (catchin' up to God quicker) yo |
| Diamonds and MAC-10s, tell a friend |
| Hollows, hollows, meet your very end |
| Yo, catchin' up to God quicker |
| I said, catchin' up to God quicker |