Jamaican bitch named Andriene
The way u moan it pulls my heart strings
When we boned you left your phone in my car seat
My shorty dropped her lip balm later on that same day
Pulled up Andriene's phone and said you gon' die today
But when u left
It was the greatest gift u could've gave
Now I feel like Rothstein, making money every day
The Big Bankroller, fixed a game n paid all of
The referees, in ABC order, for
Those that ain't agree left them amputeed, pulling out aortas
Watch me step n groove
Shiny shoes, bitch I got the fever
Seven nights a week
When I speak it's like my tongue a cleaver
N my weed got sticky red hairs call it Reba
N my brother BZB keep me pumped up like a Reebok
It's 2k19 let BODEGA fill your speakers wit
The classyness n nastiest of words u heard up in your life
For niggas claiming that they God, BODEGA be the anti-Christ
Catching up to me? Pshhhh maybe after life
For now I'm sipping Hennessy wit pinkys up, no cubes of ice
Do this for my mother cuz her father made her kneel on rice
If this your first time bumping Dega then by now you like he nice
Who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who who, who
Yea, that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who, ugh
Bumping 2 Chainz n Bigga Rankin mixtape
Sick of slanging this weight
My niggas cooked up mad raw in each state
If this was a trapping sweepstakes
This be my 8th straight
Win, crown me king
If u a fool then I annihilate
My work make u drool, cruel intentions when I'm baggin up
Sackin up, dropping racks at Saks 5th
Keep that ass backing up until I'm pinned between a wall n butt cheeks so large u couldn't fit em in a pair of overalls
N overall I got everything and all I've ever needed
I'm conceited, for some bangles hoes dangle from my penis
Till my balls leave a mark on they forehead that's the reason
That they mans found out
Sent me a text talking bout treason
I was smoking Lou the 13th in a different region
Just rethinking how your bitch made my dick her new religion
Nigga barking like he tough, but get to running, Willie Beamon
It ain't my fault your shorty like to smell like Dega semen, ugh
Who me
Who, ugh
Who me
Who
Who me
Who
Who, who, who, who me
Yuh
Ahuh ahuh ahuh ahuh
Who me
Who, who who, who
UptownBodega - Andriene Lyrics
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Jamaican bitch named Andriene
The way u moan it pulls my heart strings
When we boned you left your phone in my car seat
My shorty dropped her lip balm later on that same day
Pulled up Andriene's phone and said you gon' die today
But when u left
It was the greatest gift u could've gave
Now I feel like Rothstein, making money every day
The Big Bankroller, fixed a game n paid all of
The referees, in ABC order, for
Those that ain't agree left them amputeed, pulling out aortas
Watch me step n groove
Shiny shoes, bitch I got the fever
Seven nights a week
When I speak it's like my tongue a cleaver
N my weed got sticky red hairs call it Reba
N my brother BZB keep me pumped up like a Reebok
It's 2k19 let BODEGA fill your speakers wit
The classyness n nastiest of words u heard up in your life
For niggas claiming that they God, BODEGA be the anti-Christ
Catching up to me? Pshhhh maybe after life
For now I'm sipping Hennessy wit pinkys up, no cubes of ice
Do this for my mother cuz her father made her kneel on rice
If this your first time bumping Dega then by now you like he nice
Who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who who, who
Yea, that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who, ugh
Bumping 2 Chainz n Bigga Rankin mixtape
Sick of slanging this weight
My niggas cooked up mad raw in each state
If this was a trapping sweepstakes
This be my 8th straight
Win, crown me king
If u a fool then I annihilate
My work make u drool, cruel intentions when I'm baggin up
Sackin up, dropping racks at Saks 5th
Keep that ass backing up until I'm pinned between a wall n butt cheeks so large u couldn't fit em in a pair of overalls
N overall I got everything and all I've ever needed
I'm conceited, for some bangles hoes dangle from my penis
Till my balls leave a mark on they forehead that's the reason
That they mans found out
Sent me a text talking bout treason
I was smoking Lou the 13th in a different region
Just rethinking how your bitch made my dick her new religion
Nigga barking like he tough, but get to running, Willie Beamon
It ain't my fault your shorty like to smell like Dega semen, ugh
Who me
Who, ugh
Who me
Who
Who me
Who
Who, who, who, who me
Yuh
Ahuh ahuh ahuh ahuh
Who me
Who, who who, who
The way u moan it pulls my heart strings
When we boned you left your phone in my car seat
My shorty dropped her lip balm later on that same day
Pulled up Andriene's phone and said you gon' die today
But when u left
It was the greatest gift u could've gave
Now I feel like Rothstein, making money every day
The Big Bankroller, fixed a game n paid all of
The referees, in ABC order, for
Those that ain't agree left them amputeed, pulling out aortas
Watch me step n groove
Shiny shoes, bitch I got the fever
Seven nights a week
When I speak it's like my tongue a cleaver
N my weed got sticky red hairs call it Reba
N my brother BZB keep me pumped up like a Reebok
It's 2k19 let BODEGA fill your speakers wit
The classyness n nastiest of words u heard up in your life
For niggas claiming that they God, BODEGA be the anti-Christ
Catching up to me? Pshhhh maybe after life
For now I'm sipping Hennessy wit pinkys up, no cubes of ice
Do this for my mother cuz her father made her kneel on rice
If this your first time bumping Dega then by now you like he nice
Who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who me
Yea that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who who, who
Yea, that nigga nice
Who, who who, who
Who, ugh
Bumping 2 Chainz n Bigga Rankin mixtape
Sick of slanging this weight
My niggas cooked up mad raw in each state
If this was a trapping sweepstakes
This be my 8th straight
Win, crown me king
If u a fool then I annihilate
My work make u drool, cruel intentions when I'm baggin up
Sackin up, dropping racks at Saks 5th
Keep that ass backing up until I'm pinned between a wall n butt cheeks so large u couldn't fit em in a pair of overalls
N overall I got everything and all I've ever needed
I'm conceited, for some bangles hoes dangle from my penis
Till my balls leave a mark on they forehead that's the reason
That they mans found out
Sent me a text talking bout treason
I was smoking Lou the 13th in a different region
Just rethinking how your bitch made my dick her new religion
Nigga barking like he tough, but get to running, Willie Beamon
It ain't my fault your shorty like to smell like Dega semen, ugh
Who me
Who, ugh
Who me
Who
Who me
Who
Who, who, who, who me
Yuh
Ahuh ahuh ahuh ahuh
Who me
Who, who who, who
Writer: Christian Martinez
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid