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Mir Fontane - Bodega REMIX (feat. Fetty Wap) [Official Audio]
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Mir Fontane
Mir Fontane
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Mir Fontane
Mir Fontane
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Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I've got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain't nobody gon' save us
So me and my **** chasin' this paper
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
[Verse 2]
I come from the side where they pop ya
Then talk to ya doctor and cry with ya mama
I grew up round killers and robbers
Who wanna be ballers and live like the Carters
Homie in the street chasin' pesos, we used to play Legos
Now he play with Dracos
He still be outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
[Verse 3]
We still bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I've got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain't nobody gon' save us
So me and my **** chasin' this paper
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
[Verse 4]
Trappin' out the store lil' ****, money from the corner
We gon' let it go, lil ****, callin' up the coroners
Hand to hand sales, watchin' out for 12
Fuckin' up a scale, don't know why these **** tell but
Keep trappin' hard lil' ****, stackin' up the dough
Never had a job, my ****, juggin' all I know
Aye, gotta stay alive my ****, make a lot of Ms
Aye, keep the kitchen live, my ****, whip a lotta grams
[Verse 5]
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I've got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain't nobody gon' save us
So me and my **** chasin' this paper
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
[Verse 6]
I need a Guantanamera and a million dollar billers
Keep my toes on the ground like a hunnid caterpillars
Mama say that I'm the realest, wanna move out to the Villas
Away from those who wanna kill us when we
[Verse 7]
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
I've got old hoes, money nueva, nueva, nueva
In the jungle, ain't nobody gon' save us
So me and my **** chasin' this paper
Bustin' moves outside the bodega, bodega, bodega
Written by: Mir Fontane
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