El-Rey - Bodega Bamz, V Don

V Don

Salute, God

Tanboys

Just rap, music slash visionary

Dodge the pen with the pen, not the cemetery

Lyrically push the envelope with every mp3 released

More rappers deceased

The game needs a sweep, look before you seek

Pull up in a Rolls, a rose out concrete

Grew up on the Lox, underrated like Sheek

They were told, so they old, not you, but me

Drop the price to kill competition

Cop two chains, my ice like repetition

I don’t fabricate, tell lies or predictions

I’m a soldier at war, Tom Cruise through the mission

Accomplished with precision, those words too big for ya

Let me make it simpler, just to get rid of ya

King of Manhattan, wearing chancletas

Tan flag, que bonita bandera

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the hood saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the bitches saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the killers saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the dealers saying

Chincilla in the summer how you fake

Don’t turn into a Mark for the ice like Messier

I’ma bring back agua, stop reaching for the well

I leave the scene messy like Lionel

Double S, Chevy Chevelle

Head spin like Latrell, robbin', givin' niggas hell

Kept the iron like Mike, Tyson

The center of attention in NY, so why continue writin'?

Fool, why continue fightin'

When your heart pump sixteen handles?

Before I turned eighteen, Papi lit up sixteen candles

Break a beat down to the sample, middle finger

Fuck you, suck a dick, then I say thank you

Grateful for the dead, that’s word to Jesus sandels

King of uptown, wearing chancletas

Tan flag, que bonita bandera

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the hood saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the bitches saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the killers saying

Bodega, Bodega, Bodega, Bodega

I got the dealers saying