| Yeah
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| Thank you, thank you, thank you
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| Far too kind, far too kind
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega!
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega!
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| If I’m a lion I run the jungle
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| I’m lying I run the streets
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| This nine I fire wild
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| I never had to sneak diss-
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| Member contenders with every word I speak
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| With any word that’s wrote, the King James I preach
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| The insane I see, clear view my peak
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| Mountain top, no sweat like Keith Cool collect
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| You gotta prove me wrong
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| You can’t prove these set traps
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| Like boobie setbacks
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| My uzi det dat
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| Loosie puff up, coughing lungs up
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| I’m from NY, we pop Chris like Tucker
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| This brick got locked up
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| Duct tape tucked up
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| This traffic fucked up
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| But nothing get me nervous when I’m trafficking weight, wait
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| The time and the place
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| You bring me static, your death come
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| I select the date
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| I hate the hate, I hate the love
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| I hate the fake
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| I don’t need to flex like Gray, what his name?
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega!
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega!
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| If you fucking on the plane for the first time, Fly Virgin
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| I put ice on the finger roll, what am I, a Spur like Gervin?
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| I made a living off rap, on purpose
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| Should I chase the money like JPMorgan?
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| Pay me portions, nah ah, I need that fortune
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| Like no sorcerer, I need sources
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| Check for the wire taps on cordless
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| Gorgeous thug, I don’t need a course to put a hole in one
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| If they tryna cap a 10, they could hold the sun
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| Black boy with the golden tongue
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| Spit carrots, blow purp like puns
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| Heartburn, no tums
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| If you bite the hand that feed you, I’m a cut off thumbs
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| No lie, come try
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| They wanna watch but no body see me
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| Flowing infinity, like the memory of my nigga Stevie
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega!
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| Bodega! |
| Bodega! |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Bodega! , by - Statik Selektah. Song from the album Lucky 7, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп