Lyrics:
says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea.
Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us!
"So praise the Lord and Mister Ford,
And follow that micra-bus, ten-four.
says, "Pig Pen, I got me a good idea.
Them Friends a' Jesus gonna save us!
"So praise the Lord and Mister Ford,
And follow that micra-bus, ten-four.
feel me? You got me?
(Yeah. Yeah. Sure). So you're crazy.
Weed and beat. Drink and hit. Speed and did. Formula, formula.
Weed and beat. Drink
Kinja was the name of the
Island when it was British
The actual name was King
George The Third Island
But the islanders shortened that to
Kinja now
pretty good
They played the songs I knew they would
Some old, some new, the same formula stay true
We can concur, it's mediocre
Sing sing a sing,
"Butta" Murphy, what up D? (Formula)
D2 music management putting it down (Beat Bangers)
Yeah we here (what up Zeke?)
Ain't it crazy?
To Mike Caren for
damn umbilical cord
Warlord of rap little bastard with a two by four board
That smashed into your Honda Accord, with a 4 door Ford
But I'm more toward
setter
Kick killer my feet wear caskets
Fresh to death and rare
Glasses, the bomb bottles
Rose petals and Ford models
Who all follow my Twitter
And still
While I'm in the cockpit, politicin' like Stephanopoulos
And my esophagus is quite atomic when I vomit
It's bioengineered urbanonomics
The formula
If me get a billion dollar
If me get a billion dollar
If me get a billion dollar
But if a the shearer mi just cyaa bother
Some British money,
Outro Patamar
Mano eu não vou parar
enquanto não enriquecer
é que eu nasci com a fórmula
só eu sei fazer chover
chove cash nessa sesh, mano eu
fresh like I'm stepping in Tom Ford
I'm the best in the city and y'all know it
Can't fuck with the king and y'all know it
Don't fuck with the throne
goals ‘they’re mine for the taken
in my mind my formula won see I’ve been racing
On the track, like I do PE
Treat my studio sessions like a GED
Cause
Illegitimate and taking the piss, They take the formula And miss, they ain’t taking the risk
..Saw necks for the haters coz I stand out
Route planned out
Blasting British rap on I-71
Stop at the Thru just got my dividend
Rising to the top just like John Glenn
Enemies think they're my friends
I shoot shots
the taken
In my mind my formula won see I’ve been racing
On the track, like I do PE
Treat my studio sessions like a GED
Cause I know my daily habits are who
she been working
When the money get a birkin
Pay a $1000 for a t shirt
Baby don't talk just focus
He pulled up in a old Ford Focus
Brand new Benz
YOU BRAG ABOUT, I SHOWER IN IT, RESPECT MY TIME, MY HOURS, MINUTES
BRITISH GHANA BOY, SHOW ME THE POUNDS AND CEDIS,
A BOY FROM THE TOWN, COLLATERAL
Swing it swing it - huh huh
Yea yea swing it yea
Swing it swing it swing it yea
Guyanese and Trini
Me friend them whe a british a tough up the village
the opp
That boy just just flopped
We seen his bae
And that girl dropped the top
I don't mean literally cuz that girl pushing a Ford
But when I pulled
George Washington, the first who didn't wanna run
John Adams was the second till 1801
Then Thomas Jefferson, who made the British mad
Next came James
somewhere else
We don't want it, we don't need it
Football fans think for themselves
If i wanna buy a car, i'll buy a fucking ford
If i wanna buy a telly,
around in a Ford
Take anybody, give them a paid holiday
You'll find they smile all just the same way
cnd everybody likes to laugh and sing
Brand new
i'm not british
EST my name bianca
They green with the envy no BVD but
Lookin like blanka
Going doscientos like i am bad bunny
Been a hitman know
My
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