Bodega BAMZ - Glorious lyrics

rate me

Bodega 24

Motherfucker, let that semi go

Papi yelling "dimelo!"

Pretty woman gigolo

I be that glorious kid from El Barrio

East Side stay up

Diamantes on my lazzaro

Shorty's punani wet

Every time she next to me

Shorty's punani wet

Every time she next to me

Telling me she want to fuck

I'll be damned, blam that up

Press record, wrap that up

You look good, back that up

Since a juvenile, bitches call me chulo

Smacking cash on their culo

‘Cause I know they like it duro

And I'm half Dominicano

Loading up those hollows

Cocaina in my sala

Sniff it off my palo

Killer with a .357 like jams

Harlem World keep holding it down

That's word to L

They know I pack like that

But Bamz why you act like that?

Shut up, nigga

Clack, clack, clack

Pat, pat, pat

Rat, tat, tat

I'm from where 119 got rich as fuck

Went to church down the block

Papi, look it up

Luciano had his cars parked by the pump

I'm from the East

Who am I to fuck tradition up?

We put Harlem on Rugby

That's word to Cristoforo

I got pieces from '05

They wished they borrowed

Naughty boy, I'm ahead of my time

And Tom Ford shades still cover both of my eyes

Red Wing Boots still cover both of my feet

A.P.C., wear the same denim for weeks

BLVCK gold satchel

Gym bag by Alex Wang

Bape Puma's, I call these here orangutans

Boys dipped us, way before these other niggas did it

Fade like Nasir

Mase waves spinning

No, curls got your main bitch grinning

The motto? God-like, everyday sinning