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Salaam Remi - That Guy Ft Bodega Bamz Lyrics

Every Blood ain't your homie
Every Crip ain't your cuz
Every king ain't your reign
Every dealer ain't the plug
Set me up, cut me up like a coupon
Now I eat lobster same weight as a newborn
Jimmy Neutron, everything designer
Without the funny faces
I made it Americana
How beautiful is my cara?
Staying in Punta Cana
I wanna reopen Coppa Cobana
Hotter than lava, hotter than sweaters in Bahama
We stepping in with Prada, half of my closet Balenciaga
I need a Oscar, I need a Grammy before my time if I did it proper
Every Latino in the lockup, my niggas I got us
I need the shorties in the diamonds who's dancing bachata
In Spanish Harlem with the mobsters, in Rao's for pasta
You looking at the latter mafia hip-hoping for dollars
My time is coming, check the clockers
Got choppers for blockers
Chiquita talking motherfuckers
I'l stick with the shottas
Playing soccer, smoking Harry Potter
My life's a shocker, hit the red carpets fresh out the choppa
That's word to mama
I need a shot so bring the doctor

Nothing I do say, off that Dusse
Change what I would say, ya niggas pu-say
Bags uptown so I'm packing up
Money keep calling so I'm getting up
Can't stop me, nah ya can't stop me
The best ya can do is try to copy
All ya teaming up on the West Side
Now look, its all ya against one guy

Sly like the Stones, throwing rocks at the throne
Watch your tone, talking slick get you blown
By my nos, mi amor, where I'm at
That's my home, I'm a boss
Put you on, hide the hand never shown
Háblame claro, my network rise like the temperature
Beef gone escalate, push like a predator
Whose my competitor? I'ma kill the messenger
Rhymes need an editor, you faking like a wrestler
I got the hugo, do know, my name Don Lugo
Pitbull bluenose, moving weight like a sumo
My sound: muy peligroso
Bitches call him papi, niggas call him "loco"
We was really trapping, made a habit with the coco
We was really eating off the pack like a lobo
Never been a toto, started getting poco
Now I get a lot, nigga gimmie my bizcocho

Nothing I do say, off that Dusse
Change what I would say, ya niggas pu-say
Money keep calling so I'm getting up
Can't stop me, nah ya can't stop me
The best ya can do is try to copy
All ya teaming up on the West Side
Now look, its all ya against one guy