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Bodega Video (MV)




Performed By: Famous Galore
Language: English
Length: 3:12
Written by: T'ona Edwards




Famous Galore - Bodega Lyrics




Patron got me faded
I'm feeling amazing
Don't hang with no groupies
Don't do nothin basic
Address me as big cause niggas lil babies
Boss up on niggas in toxic relations
Jealous type friendships that shit can get draining
Cross you off the list put ya funds in donation
Cop new kicks for my travel rotations
Speaking in code got em stealing creations

Cherish ya heart don't give love to a stranger
Bitches be pressed when you don't wanna claim em
Do shit with a breeze thats why niggas be hating
Get you a bag stop with all that complaining

Ain't talkin bout comas, ain't talkin my language
Took my lil bitch on a private vacation
Can't do what I do yeah I feel ya frustration
Drippy lil nigga but back to the basics

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace.
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

Im on a whole other wave I'm on a whole other wave YEAH
Not the one to play these games
Choppa shoot straight through ya brain yeah
Pop yo shit up no remains, pop yo shit up no remains
Same people talking down on me the same people stalking my page
Get to the cake bitter niggas they be all in the way
Older niggas try steal all ya fame
Had ya time need to stay out the game

What a shame? What a shame? What a shame?
They don't know me, they just google my name
What a shame? What a shame? What a shame?
They don't love me, they loving the gang yeah

Time equal money you know what I'm hear for
Time after time took you back but that shit old
Sneak dissin on me but you a photo.
Want me a cop but I'm pushing four door
Won't knock me off balance i live with the angels
For I turn on the gang rather jump out a window
Sandals and socks how I drip when it's still cold
Wait til we on. Whole gang gone be dumb froze

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

Not to mention I'm hot tho
Been on the low
Sip on dusse gotta get in my zone
Hit my jeweler I need some more gold
Rarely ever at home getting bags on road

Coaching these kids tryna teaching the code
Gotta learn to step up, Gotta get that mode
Kill or be killed bitch I'm ready for war
Ridin dolo I'm strapped for fasho

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
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Patron got me faded
I'm feeling amazing
Don't hang with no groupies
Don't do nothin basic
Address me as big cause niggas lil babies
Boss up on niggas in toxic relations
Jealous type friendships that shit can get draining
Cross you off the list put ya funds in donation
Cop new kicks for my travel rotations
Speaking in code got em stealing creations

Cherish ya heart don't give love to a stranger
Bitches be pressed when you don't wanna claim em
Do shit with a breeze thats why niggas be hating
Get you a bag stop with all that complaining

Ain't talkin bout comas, ain't talkin my language
Took my lil bitch on a private vacation
Can't do what I do yeah I feel ya frustration
Drippy lil nigga but back to the basics

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace.
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

Im on a whole other wave I'm on a whole other wave YEAH
Not the one to play these games
Choppa shoot straight through ya brain yeah
Pop yo shit up no remains, pop yo shit up no remains
Same people talking down on me the same people stalking my page
Get to the cake bitter niggas they be all in the way
Older niggas try steal all ya fame
Had ya time need to stay out the game

What a shame? What a shame? What a shame?
They don't know me, they just google my name
What a shame? What a shame? What a shame?
They don't love me, they loving the gang yeah

Time equal money you know what I'm hear for
Time after time took you back but that shit old
Sneak dissin on me but you a photo.
Want me a cop but I'm pushing four door
Won't knock me off balance i live with the angels
For I turn on the gang rather jump out a window
Sandals and socks how I drip when it's still cold
Wait til we on. Whole gang gone be dumb froze

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

Not to mention I'm hot tho
Been on the low
Sip on dusse gotta get in my zone
Hit my jeweler I need some more gold
Rarely ever at home getting bags on road

Coaching these kids tryna teaching the code
Gotta learn to step up, Gotta get that mode
Kill or be killed bitch I'm ready for war
Ridin dolo I'm strapped for fasho

Shop in my closet man issa bodega
Controlling these hoes like I'm strapped to a sega
Natural born athlete you niggas in training
Put that on my mama my brothas gone spray it

FOUR a necklace
Paid TWO for a bracelet
Did dirt by my lonely no time for explaining
World can be yours stay down if you claim it
History in the making you bitches outdated

(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
(Yeah)
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Writer: T'ona Edwards
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