DR vs. PR

Lyrics

[Part I] [Intro: Bodega Bamz] 350 on the stove and it's 90 outside, nigga (yo, yo) [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] I'm an urban legend with suburban fans Blonde bitches with the perfect tans fuck with Bamz I love New York, I keep it real like Chance 100 Keep It, yeah, you heard the chant (woo) Started with a plan, had to see it through Never had a problem bein' by myself Fuck yo' money, I'll buy myself Fuck the pilot, I'll fly myself Fuck the label, I'll sign myself, nigga On the road to riches, I drive myself Diablo got suicide doors, I'll die myself But enough about myself, when in Philly, crack a dutch When in Cali, roll a blunt, bitch, I don't need to provе a damn thing [Chorus: Tanboy Luka & Bodega Bamz] You better not go therе (I tried to tell these motherfuckers) You better not go there (I tried to tell these bitch niggas) You better not go there (I'm everywhere, pa) You better not go there (Holly-Holly-Hollywood, pa) You better not go there (I'm in Miami) You better not go there (I'm in Texas) You better not go there (NY, pa) You better not go there You better not go there You better not go there You better not go there You better not go there (I'm in Mexico) You better not go there (I'm in Europe) You better not go there (Puerto Rico) You better not go there (Santo Domingo) You better not go [Part II] [Verse 1: Bodega Bamz] They call me Papi 'cause I get dinero (ballin') Got Christina in the high stilettos (ballin') About the loco, I'm the [?] (wha-wha) Cross the river [?], whoa whoa My primo told me I'm a star I was ten years old with the O's I was facin' ten years, still rich, I'ma die broke, yo' heart Never did time, I was that smart (whoa, whoa) Now I can't hide, I'm a gangster Buck fifty to the face, now I can't change (ha) [?] Oscar Fuck Sugar Shane, made it rain candy cane Give, give me another one [Chorus: Tanboy Luka & Ohla] You ain't talkin' 'bout me (you ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout me (nigga ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout me (you ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout me (know he ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout me (you ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout me (I know this nigga ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' to a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout me (they ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout me (they ain't talkin' 'bout me) You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga You ain't talkin' 'bout a bitch nigga, bitch nigga [Verse 2: Bodega Bamz] You ain't talkin' 'bout (whoa) clap turned up H2O, brown water in my cup (yeah, whoa) Pat me down (ha) Never sell a soul, won't make a sound (pop, pop, whoa) Roll that weed Live on ya knees? Rather die on feet (whoa) Take advantage of my kindness Yeah, I love money, come second to my violence What comes up comes down like hydraulics Pill head, pop head, and alcoholic What you know about me?