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my name is, pt. 2 - bodega bamz lyrics

[intro: tego calderón]
oye, mamabicho (dile!)
deja de mentira

[verse 1: bodega bamz]
these motherf-ckers want to say i’m wack?
bet next year i’m a have a grammy nominated track
all black with a tan flag, ever since spofford
papi let his pants sag, kiss -ss
ya’ll rappers trash, kings of the underground
well, my mainstream flow to the cash
my future always look bright in the past
i’m a hit at least one, sixteen in the mag
rlx when i skeet
the youth been dead, so i rose up
with a hundred million roses like fergie
how much the key weighing, like bugaloo
in above the rim been f-cking with a birdy
middle fingers up, washing both hands early
in the a.m, get the worm out the rotten manazana
meaning mama’s and mamajuanas
that will suck my d-ck like a slurpee
all money clean cause the streets did me dirty
now i’m trying to be a millionaire before thirty
new, improved carlo brigante, hop off the stretcher
go get your favorite artist and tell him bodega’s better
i’m a microphone fiend word to the 1-8 letter
still serve addicts, cooking in the cellar
pitch black lungs, f-cked up liver
i’ma die young, i’m a born k!ller
f-cked up lungs, pitch black liver
i’ma die young, i’m a born k!ller
my name is papi!

[hook: tego calderón]
a todo lo que tu se lo mama
‘ta chotiando, c-mpliendo vida (que feo)
compadre, si tuviera tiro
vendiera libreta o vendiera kilo (my name is papi!)
lo meno que usted haria seria dicerlo (que claro)
muy poco bandito llega vivo a retiro (muy poco!)
el futuro es presidio (my name is papi!)

[verse 2: joell ortiz]
and ya’ll know me
the big homie (yaowa!)
j-o-e double puff, puff, p-ss
took your bus p-ss on the way to high school
cause you was phony
of course, no longer in school am i
but the same rules apply
you might fool these guys
with all them groovy lies
’bout how you move these pies
this ain’t no movie, pai
n-ggas next to me’ll take all of your jewelry, why?!
cause n-ggas ’bout it, ’bout it
what you gonna do besides pout about it?
want to put on a show?
there’ll be a body with a crowd around it
cut crack, grind dope, use scissors for bush
you could beam, nod off or get a hit of this kush
i rap but i ain’t these rapper n-ggas
still wears slippers on the bench
and won’t flinch when they clapping n-ggas
might hear me on the radio
see me in these videos
yeah, i’m f-cking one of these silly hoes
so? that’s what n-ggas do
when they hustling and what they spit is true
n-gga, my chips is woooooooo
whip is blue, interior winnie the pooh
your lady neck will twist like the exorcist
when i spin it through (h-llo)
i’m just a brooklyn boy
them e-readers couldn’t book your boy
these street sweepers’ll unhook your boy
from life support, try me
no need to look around, i did this to you
my name is papi!
(my name is papi!)

[bridge: tego calderón]
oye, mamabicho (dile!)
deja de mentira

[outro: tego calderón]
o protección de testigo, cantochota! (oooooohh)
arranca pa carajo, hombre no?!
que, que? what, what!

- bodega bamz lyrics

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