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bodega bamz – where ya horns at كلمات اغاني

[intro]
just a thug, baby
i’m just a thug, baby
they force my hand though, ohla
tryna be real cool and all that
what you expect though, pa?
if i ain’t the best motherf-cker then you call him out to me, man
i done came up in this motherf-cker
yo, yo, tanboys, papi

[hook]
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?
yeah, you came up, where my h-rns at?

[verse]
deal in the middle of [?]
connect name sesa, just bring extra
i don’t f-ck with ya, i just might hit ya
you might get zipped up, your soul get lift up
i used to chill on the block with o and [?]
i still do but now it’s in a blue convertible seis
cash rules everything, must go in a safe
pedal to the floor just in case we go in a chase
you never had weight, you never had a spot
low from the cops, fiends coming every d-mn day
you ain’t got k!llas, you ain’t never bought cocaine
on your pinky finger, tell me how it taste
i really backed up, i really carry guns
two machetes on my wall, cut it out, son
i ain’t never scared, i ain’t never run
ask [?] who the f-ck used to bring the guns
.38 special, mossberg in the trunk
look me in my eyes, motherf-cker play dumb
you a b-tch n-gga, call 9-11
we ain’t dogs, raise h-ll just to go to heaven
you tryna pluck who? i ain’t got feathers
i bring the whole east harlem right to parkchester
papi bad news, they wanna regroup
you ain’t a boss, [?] shoes
you got a driver now, real comfortable
real f-cking cool, n-gga, real f-cking cool
i made my own wave, i got my own hood
i wish you would, man, i wish a motherf-cker would
tell your driver that i said, “chill out”
‘cause we all know what he’s all about
you tryna make a [?], well he ain’t the route
you wanna copy so much, put these in your mouth

[bridge]
make it cinematic with these automatics
make it cinematic with these automatics
make it cinematic with these automatics
make it cinematic with these automatics
they don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard
they don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard
they don’t rep the city, they don’t go hard
n0body, n-n-n0body f-ck wit’ y’all

[interlude]
i ain’t never suck d-ck, my n-gga
i played my position and my role to the fullest
and that’s why i’m the motherf-cking best
(yo, these n-ggas is soft!)
if i’m lying, tell me
(yo, these n-ggas is soft!)
i’m as humble as pie, but you motherf-ckers reaching, baby
(these n-ggas is soft, man!)
i never swag [?] another man
this tanboy sh-t is all f-ckin’ real
(everything you hear, i live!)
i’m lying!?
(i made these n-ggas [?], ohla)
tell me i’m lying, baby, ha ha, ha ha
(these n-ggas is soft!)
(tanboys, tanboys, tanboys, tanboys)
(east side, n-gga, tanboys)
(u-god, what up? [?], what up?)
(east side, what up? east side, what up?)

- bodega bamz

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