Lyrics:
on the level, I got talent you can't measure
If my fuckin' words a jewel, then this loose leaf is my treasure
Act One, Aitchison, all boys school, son you think
or else a Riot going start
Gong Zilla, Sean paul, colder than a cold sore
No flaw, so sharp, wanted like a outlaw
Dread Locks, Mohawk, gyal no meck di
you know I care
So if you ever seem to lose your way, don't have no fear (Sean-A-Paul)
Hold my hand (have no fear)
I'll be there, girl, you know I
that I'm happy
But can't spend a day without smokin' and drinkin'
Got champagne problems, and I order more my wardrobe is Aura Gold
I'm a young nigga
holla at my dog, hey hey
If you got beef, with DPG,
Then holla at me, the D-O-G
You got a muthafuckin' problem with my niggas then you got one with
go hard as Paul Pierce
Hey, Hey, Hey, Hey
If I gotta problem my revolver shoot six
Fuck Harvard ima start a business
Nigga work smarter, ball hard
problem, we can link (pull up we can link fam)
I got shooters like they coming off a screen
I say I'm bout to break the bank, they laugh like bro is you for
I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
I love bad bitches, that's my fucking problem
And yeah I like to fuck
I got a fucking problem
If finding
of him and less cared for his fate.
And he knew no peace of mind when his trial was comin' by
The judge said, "you are guilty you must die."
Bb f
But paul
Well it's my girl, child caw dem cyaan
Spend time an pon di style an yun dun kno
Yuh haffi get wild, wuh me say
Easy, Sean-A-Paul bun di fire
Yuh
up and never be afraid
While you cry but ask how they givin' up the fade
Ye ain't got screens if they ain't touch screen
with the removable screen,
problems
I fell in love once on the dodgems
Tie myself tight in my rain mac
Walk on by in stride to my backpack rap
The only things Paul left in the flat
can't do what we do
Ok comma after comma boy i'm focused on the guala
Run up on the team pussy you don't want that problem
Hop up on the top rope i got
stay awake in my dreams
If there's all these nigz
Did I just compete
You tell me
Am3 k33 Ga rappers eyawor shi bian33 look who is popping now
Worhi3
NATASHA CHANSA x CLEO ICE QUEEN X T-SEAN - WE GOT THE FIRE. Prod By KB
Verse: Natasha Chansa
Jungle, jungle
No they ain't no rules in the jungle
Waiting waiting
We're here, yeah
And We're waiting waiting
Yeah
You Got me Sitting here think about a dainty pass, yeah
U still listen Andre 3000 by
gone dance with it
If you talking real crazy come get yo face lift
Im Bar heavy with these instruments
You'll need Paul Bearers tryna play defense
My
yeah
These b****** they want us
We keep it 100
I'm never gon' front
On my n*****, they know
That i got em & that
Ain’t no problem
I holla whenever i see
evidence for
If these things are what you mean by God
Then I believe in God but I
Don't believe in a personal
God to whom I look for comfort or for a
Natural
a hostage
Out of all people, I wheeled you around, when you got shot
Be the closest one too you, and may I rot
In hell, yo Starks, chill, I don't think she
thin
I have a little pocket to put a penny in
If you haven't got a penny a ha'penny will do
If you haven't got a ha'penny then god bless you
Soal a soal
Follow the torch
God gimme the light and I’m Sean Paul
Keep charging forward
Yeah the heat is on
But don’t be alarmed
If you feel like head is spinning,
Wit' rent still?
A bitch won't make it past first
Base if I curve her
Unless she got Angels In The In Field
I keep a 40 below, a 45
You add the wind
Hey yo, dogs, for real?
I'm yo' man but you got the address up
Cuz now you got chicks talk' "What the fuck"
"What the fuck", "what the fuck"
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