Testo Billy Bats - Bodega Bamz
Testo della canzone Billy Bats (Bodega Bamz), tratta dall'album Sidewalk Exec
I always dreamed the boy I loved would come along
And he'd be tall and handsome, rich and strong
Now that boy I love has come to me
But he sure ain't the way I thought he'd be
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe
Got to call killers with a smile wearing suits
Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof
Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
I hope you got an extra mic, and a fuego-proof booth
Cause you know, I'm known to melt a wire or two
I got the MAC, all black, but the riot will do
I got the hrrat, killing hrrats, get your firing crew
You need a fire engineer when I lay this blaze
I fired engineers when Ola became
Hit the bodega, dark liquor, lines of blow
Hoes with the big nose sucking me slow
Fuck that, don't hold me back
I sleep in the trap, Ya cats told Bams to rap
I'd rather, take my chances hitting the block
I had to, take those glances, running from cops
For real, if you a boss don't say it
Cause a real boss got the alphabet boys waiting
We ain't playing with ya
Most High, roll up with the holy scriptures
I want a mansion like a museum to hang my pictures
You hear the whispers, Tanboys did this
Some got the permanent ink, some got stickers
Die for some money, never die for some bitches
All of us come from the streets, my niggas
Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe
Got to call killers with a smile wearing suits
Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof
Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot
Your man won't shoot, your goons won't shoot
Your crew won't shoot, your bitch won't shoot
Your moms won't shoot, your pops won't shoot
Your stepfather's baby mother's brother won't shoot
What it do? Never scared, who are you?
Smell pussy in the room, bitch niggas perfume
Pulling cars like what, got a bitch like what
She can ride, she can smoke, she can suck like what
Cuban cigars at the bar, I'm like Castro
Know who we are, I'm not a star, I'm an asshole
Cash flow, fat so, tax folks coming in
Lawyer money straight, make bail when the sun come in
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot, mobbed up, under influence in that coupe
Got to call killers with a smile wearing suits
Automatics, wipe the bullets down, leave no proof
Got the drop on these niggas now so we shoot
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
Shoot 'em up, never ask questions, leave 'em dead
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Writer(s): Tivon Key, Nathaniel De La Rosa
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