Bodega BAMZ - Don Francisco lyrics

[Hook] Mi Oshun, caridad del cobre Yemayá, mi guía espiritual Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad [Verse 1] Yea my skin tan, my fade low My eyes green for those pesos Eat chicharrón sin huesos I'm pit-bull and I'm Tego With the hoes like Don Francisco I'm Lavoe and I'm Big Pun All in a pot, little sazon Mix it all around, and Bodegaz what you got Spanish Harlem, my play ground Bullet proof it all, I'm safe now Idaho potatoes, make it safe and sound I'mma keep that gold, I'mma take that crown I'mma still pump yay up-town Pray to papa dios when I'm on that Greyhound f**ed up nerves, back with a bird Oh pa** the cig, I'mma need a bust down! [Hook] Mi Oshun, caridad del cobre Yemayá, mi guía espiritual [Verse 2] Yo, Champagne my morning drink Mami chulas in my bed giving head Go ahead right before I blink Brain so good a motherf**er can't think Straight Henny poured on my brand new mink b**h I get money bags, look like Brinks Holy rosaries confess my sins Call my girl doll, and Miami like a fin Real thugged out, all black Tims, black Chevy Impa... All black rims, no tints, seat back Oh wait that's him, that guy Even Oliver's people know I Now they know my name, wanna hear my slang Born a Latin King, I ain't talking bout the gang Mr. G Know that us Tan Boys Rain We ain't got a problem letting off that thing [Hook] Mi Oshun, caridad del cobre Yemayá, mi guía espiritual Virgencita, yo que soy tan pobre Sólo clamo por la tranquilidad