Текст KOTA The Friend – Brooklyn Bodega
Текст:
Where you at? Where you been?
On the tour, with the fam
Nigga where, like you care
I’m the man, it’s a fact, got my brand on my hat
MTA with the pack
Mary Jane in my sock, 30 bags for the kids
In the school getting high, on the roof by the bridge
Myrtle Ave, all the time. From the fort to the suy
Clinton hill, where I’m from. Barber shop, show me love
Never change though
Lot of people caught up in the fame though
Doubted you and look how far you came though
And now they bitter cus I stay gone
Everybody love me when I came home, YUH!
ACG’s like YUH!
Chopped cheese like YUH!
Bronto leaf inside the blunt
Buildings smelling like a skunk
Bodega credit A1
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Posted at Habana with my niggas every day, Aye!
Autumn in my city feeling like I’m on a vaca
Youngin get yo’ money give a fuck about what they say
Seen my nigga Nelson he was coming out the Crown fried
Used to work late, lately all I got is down time
I ain’t tryna argue with no woman that’s a dub hoe
Where my stable minded shawties hiding cus I love those
Yuh
Where they at?
Where they at?
Got my city on my back
Only want it if it’s real, fake love give it back
Wasn’t shooting in the gym but you noticing the stats
Pour some liquor for my friends, who ain’t here with me today
Promise Ima keep it real, so our story never change
I’m just doing what I feel, never caught up in the game
Mu’Fuck a dollar bill, real niggas never change
Money grow I stay the same
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for haters
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my day ones
Brooklyn Bodega, do it for my haters