Lyrics:
a fucking banana
Making a reggae song and your bitch is looking cute in that thong
Mixin reggae with rap
But no reggae and trap
If you mix reggae with rap
Son
The sound of the waves on the embankment
A phone in my left pocket
I'm leaving, you're staying
A forgotten city by me
You're so beautiful, my dream hasn't
the aids and only now you wanna talk
Your girl get f##k by me cousin Nytus
In the back of Burger King boy in a rubbish truck
You sell your Lucian accent
watch ya gyal
Yuh pum pum a jump like a frog for a john
Cause me fuck you so good you say "Oh God
Oh God"
You cum just by thinking about how me
Ram it
grade roll up and it just gi mi the vibes
Jamaican party
Run come feel the vibes
Mi have my shorty and she by my side
Dress down and classy and har
walk around and I try to hide
Cause your eyes
They are telling me good by
I drive my car
Hear the radio
Playing songs
That go around and around in my
to see me
Like John Cena
High jab ya, huh, then wrap you like a turban
Pack a Stan in a can and ship him to Eminem
And say "Dax needs a feature" and
Pray
on, and the most hated
Hated by niggas with no hustle
Starin' at me in the club like I won't bust you
In the face with the spades, life is a card
line like dominos
Midas touch, all the shit I do always turns to gold
One by one these bitches fall in love like dominos
Stay beside me like John
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
rock this
Sikk kamakazi
Young John Goddard
Oh my gosh
I'm a god
Pay your honors
Woke up in the morning
Had to get a new view
Pulled apart the curtains
the back
You don't love me, I know you like the record!!! Don't touch me!!!
Niggas stay wack, like crack, in the dutchee
So why try me?
Swift, I sure
talkin much just pleadin the fifth
Hard to the touch
Slick as a bitch
Fuck with a slut
Cards B shit
Parties and such into the mix
Bruises and cuts but
to say we lost touch, I’d not seen him in many years
I’d moved away, and the years just snuck on by
We caught up again online, it was good to see him well
repeated Doh complain fi manifest Jah wok
As early as the morning,load the morning truck
From east,from west,from north me full it up-from sun touch
on the pedal heavy
Most haters in the game hating just to fucking upset me
Slice through these critics shit like i'm jason's machete
I'm spaced shit
Right off
an MC when I can't get my travel on?
Can't bring no babby home, cause every morning I'm gettin sweated by Babylon
The only way out is to max out and give
More then any of you rappers ever spit
Vote for me as president, In about a day or so
I be up in the white house getting feletio
By an administrative
nation, foundation solid
One collie bud inna di morning just won't do, no sah
Me say blunt or paper, make we roll up a few
A weh dem a go do fi stop di
afford hash to mix with that weed in your stash
You know you ghetto when you tryin' to get your flirt on
And that cock blockin' nigga got the same Gucci
pride won't let me run, by the time I thought i'd finally caught up
She was gone
I know, life e dey sweet but e fit brutally sometimes
Gotta keep your
gucci's are a fit
Stick Shift on the German whip
And we don't pay for tricks
Play away on trips with the baddest bitch
Jamaican-Chinese lighty mix buy
me post wins
And nigga that ain't half of the blessings
I was supposed to win
You don't see me out here in the mix
Boy I be focusing
If they talkin'
touch you again
I just need to love you again
I want to be with you again
Touch you again
Love you again
With you again
Words and music by John Denver
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