Bodega
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Hitting this niggas by the Bodega Baggin’ your bitch by the Bodega Smoke my weed bout the Bodega Red square nigga, I don’t know better Might catch it out by the Bodega I’ll be on the block by the Bodega Niggas get shut by the Bodega Red trap nigga I don’t know better Hitting this nigga by the Bodega Rain, hail, sleet in the snow weather YR squad that’s forever Real trap nigga in don’t know better Running to the money, I’mma go get ‘em Rally on set with the Bo. realer You keep talking ‘bout free honey Well he was locked you will send ‘em no letters Coffee and split, that’s dirty I ain’t no fuck that dirty Got a white bitch like Fergie and I still round and round with that thirty Came up in the flex, try to be funny, get stressed cuz I’ve been throw a lot My niggas is balling, pull up a new fragrance, let’s been throw your block On the road to the money, more fifties and hundreds You with me or nah My plagues from(?) calley He orders the pounds and get shut the old block I cook at the work and sit on a pie And if you don’t know, you’re bitch it’s on that Yeah Hitting this niggas by the Bodega Baggin’ your bitch by the Bodega Smoke my weed bout the Bodega Red square nigga, I don’t know better Might catch it out by the Bodega I’ll be on the block by the Bodega Niggas get shut by the Bodega Red trap nigga I don’t know better
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