| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
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| In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon' save us
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| So me and my niggas chasing this paper
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I come from the side where they pop ya
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| Then talk to ya doctor and cry with ya mama
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| I grew up ‘round killers and robbers
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| Who wanna be ballers and live like the Carters
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| Homie in the street chasing pesos
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| We used to play Legos, now he play with Dracos
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| He still be outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| We still—
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
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| In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon' save us
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| So me and my niggas chasing this paper
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| Trappin' out the store, lil' nigga
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| Money from the corner
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| We gon' let it go, lil' nigga
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| Callin' up the coroners
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| Hand-to-hand sales, watching out for 12
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| Fuckin' up a scale, don’t know why these niggas tell but
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| Keep trappin' hard, lil' nigga
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| Stackin' up the dough
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| Never had a job, my nigga
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| Juggin' all I know
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| Gotta stay alive, my nigga
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| Make a lotta M’s
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| Keep the kitchen live, my nigga
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| Whip a lotta grams
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
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| In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon' save us
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| So me and my niggas chasing this paper
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I need a guantalamela
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| And a million dollar billas
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| Keep my toes on the ground like 100 caterpillars
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| Mama say that I’m the realest, wanna move out to the Villas
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| Away from those who wanna kill us when we—
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
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| I’ve got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
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| In the jungle, ain’t nobody gon' save us
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| So me and my niggas chasing this paper
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| Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega |