Bodega
Yeah
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffin shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Yeah?
Who you know lit like this?
Bitch really likes my hit
So she licks my dick
Mans tried to still my drip
But y'all ain't built like this
Try to chill at the crib when I feel like it
I'll admit it, I don't really like this "real life" shit
Put a hole in your soul with the shit I spit
And my heart so cold you gonna need an ice pick
Ok now...
(Tweaks?)
Yeah
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffing shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Yeah
You be on that fuck shit
Keep that bullshit over there
Cooling at the function
But a nigga stay prepared
Yo we with that
Yeah
You don't want no smoke
So why you stare?
I might pull your hoe
Take her to the cribbo bitch
And pull her hair
I just need more dough
Hendo been the man
Might fuck around and run for mayor nigga
Yeah
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffing shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffin shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Yeah?
Who you know lit like this?
Bitch really likes my hit
So she licks my dick
Mans tried to still my drip
But y'all ain't built like this
Try to chill at the crib when I feel like it
I'll admit it, I don't really like this "real life" shit
Put a hole in your soul with the shit I spit
And my heart so cold you gonna need an ice pick
Ok now...
(Tweaks?)
Yeah
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffing shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
Yeah
You be on that fuck shit
Keep that bullshit over there
Cooling at the function
But a nigga stay prepared
Yo we with that
Yeah
You don't want no smoke
So why you stare?
I might pull your hoe
Take her to the cribbo bitch
And pull her hair
I just need more dough
Hendo been the man
Might fuck around and run for mayor nigga
Yeah
Huh!
I'm on the way
Yeah
Cheffing shit like a Bodega
Huh!
Who got the dank?
Yeah
Tell the plug I'm on the way
I just touched down and I'm hella lit
Aye!
I took your bitch and she wanna go play
I get a bag go put that shit in the bank
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Hey!
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Writer(s): Marquis Henderson
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