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MY NAME IS
Bodega Bamz
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Oye, mamabicho, (Yeah) dile, dรฉjate 'e mentira'
These motherfuckers wanna say I'm whack
Bet next year I'mma have a Grammy-nominated track
All black with a tan flag
Ever since Spock fucked Papi, let his pants sag
Kiss ass, y'all rappers trash
Kings of the underground, well, my mainstream flow to the cash
My future always look bright in the past
I'mma hit at least one 16 in the mag
RLX when I skeet
The youth been dead so I rose up
With a hundred million roses like Fergie
How much the key weigh in like Bugaloo
In Above the Rim been fucking with a birdie
Middle fingers up, washing both hands early
In the AM, get the worm out the rata en manzana
Meaning mamas and mamajuanas that will suck my dick like a Slurpee
All money clean cause the streets did me dirty
Now I'm trying to be a millionaire before 30
Mi un cuca la ubicate, hop off the stretcher
Go get your favorite artist and tell 'em Bodega's better
I'm a microphone fiend, wrote to the one eight letter
Still serve addicts, cooking in the cellar
Pitch black lungs, fucked up liver
I'mma die young, I'm a born killer
Fucked up lungs, pitch black liver
I'mma die young, I'm a born killer
My name is Papi
A to' lo que tรบ se lo mama' 'tรกn choteando, cumpliendo vida (Quรฉ feo)
Compadre, si tรบ diera' tiro' (Ah)
Vendiera' libreto' o vendiera' kilo' (My name is Papi)
Lo meno' que tรบ harรญa' serรญa decirlo (E' claro)
Muy poco' bandido' llega vivo' a retiro (Muy poco')
El futuro e' presidio (Dile)
My name is Papi
And y'all know me, the big homie
J-O-E, double puff, puff, pass
Took your bus pass on the way to high school cause you was phony
Of course no longer in school, am I?
But the same rules apply
You might fool these guys with all them groovy lies
'Bout how you move these pies, this ain't no movie, bye
Niggas next to me'll take all of your jewelry, why?
Cause niggas 'bout it 'bout it
What you gonna do besides pout about it?
Wanna put on a show? They'll leave your body with a crowd around it
Cut crack, grind dope, use scissors for bush
You can beam, nod off, or get a hit of this kush
I rap but I ain't these rapper niggas
Still wear slippers on the bench and
Won't flinch when they clapping niggas
Might hear me on the radio, see me in these videos
Hear I'm fucking one of these silly hoes
So? That's what niggas do
When they hustle and what they spit is true
Nigga, my chips is woo
Whip is blue, interior Winnie the Pooh
Your lady neck'll twist like a exorcist when I'm spinning through
I'm just a Brooklyn boy
Them e-readers couldn't book ya boy
These street sweepers'll unhook ya boy from life support
Try me, no need to look around
I did this to you, my name is Papi
My name is Papi
Oye, mamabicho, dรฉjate 'e mentira
A to' lo que tรบ se lo mama' 'tรกn choteando, cumpliendo vida (Quรฉ feo)
Compadre, si tรบ diera' tiro' (Ah)
Vendiera' libreto' o vendiera' kilo' (My name is Papi)
Lo meno' que tรบ harรญa' serรญa decirlo (E' claro)
Muy poco' bandido' llega vivo' a retiro (Muy poco')
El futuro e' presidio (Dile)
My name is Papi
O protecciรณn de testigo, canto 'e chota (Uh)
Arranca pa'l carajo, 'ombe, no (ยฟQuรฉ?)
Guagua
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