Lyrics:
Hey pea we were playing. we're all so tuckered out.
Sorry I'm becoming a mean old coot as it were.
We stayed until 2. let's up and get away from
sight navelfruit a wine pon grapefruit
An, carrot a talk bout beet root a coot
BOW Achee come in ina him criss clarks boot
An jump an dance off him three
salute
It turn mi sister dem in a pan coot
Oonu hear I
From mi eye deh a mi knee me a lick de chalwa
From mi eye deh a mi knee me a lick de chalwa
band
Shove up yuh hand and seh hell yeah
Verse 2:
Mr. Fisher tink this ova quick before yuh diss a N***a
So a nuh hot coot well love to squeeze
coots
Black cannon cameras see me and they shoot
Cause paparazzi love real shit and I'm the thruth
Lack zebras stand out at club Gia's
Cause I make it
progress in my shit
I be saucin' on these niggas
Can't be brought up with your clique
I be fuckin' on my baby
You ain't ever seen a coot
You a tame nigga,
booth ya
Rolling back in that coupe
Yeah like yellow lamb got the scoop
I'm smoking dope like I'm snoop
She hit me back say I'm coots
I wanna roll
You
troop
Nuh matter weh u vote
Everybody get shoot
Di system a bawl seh di yute dem a coot
But dem bere di fruits so a dem is di root
Nuh shame fi di
in cruise, wind down window and mek glock shoot
Mi a top coot
Mi drag dung giant and mek mi duppy nyam food
Badmind vex cah mi drip too rhude
And mi
Listen to the street
You know I jugg on beats
I feel that's the beat
But from now on nigga listen to me
I hopped out of the coot
And jumped in my Chavell'
the coot
Slide one in the butt
Put her legs in the air
And them toes gon touch
They done got me started
Like I'm NASCAR wavin green flag
If you want me
crash bandi-coot, on the P-S-4,
What a feelin man, damn
This how it feel to be the man,
Well at least, for a day
Where you control your own fate
And if
band
The boots don't scoot but for old time coots
who gave it all to their uncle Sam
They twist them lids and they tell all the kids
how it was back in
try be nuh top coot if yah nuh marksman Cuz dis streets dont real
Dem dont real
Dem dont real
Dem dont real
Its nuh ezi out here as a g
Start mek a mill
Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like a crazy old coot
Standing on a soapbox
In the middle of the village square
And talking about how the end times are near
off the shrooms
Yo coot
You alright
I'm ok
Like How you for me
But throw smut on name
Am I making my bed
Am I digging my grave
Look in the mirror
Face
lotcop. Bon mole, dung gloat diennourri. Mole, dung gloat mole.
Odensfiff noc lardous noc lotcop dung. Toribar coot trog mole, noc mole, rector mole,
out the coot
I don't know why they keep trying to feed me that bullshit, bitch my plate been full
No nigga your group can't be on my side I ain't
both dug up for flats
We're deaf as posts, we're bald as coots
We're blind as bleeding bats
It's Eddie's 'Hey There Lonely Girl'
But 'hey there
and green
For the flashes flyin' out of it were orange
White and green
Wee Willie's up in the mental home
Crazy as a coot
He sit's there in a padded cell
Shorty wanna gimmie the coot she feel the stardust
But I want the neck like a noose ain’t getting Starbucks
Type shit to make you say ouuuh, like where you
and booze
Tinted windows so the common folk
Can't see me here inside
Maybe every now and then for fun
I'll give some old coot a ride
Then maybe I'll slip
breed yah
Cyaan match up deh yah speed, dem a pickney a teed yah
Wi a top a di top, yow dawg wi a top a di top
Verse 2
Mi an mi fren dem a coot Wi
Bandicoot (Coot)
I'm-a make y'all fuckboys move (Move)
Knock you out by two (By two)
Quit playing, tie your shoe (Tie your shoe)
In a game, no PS2 (Nuh-uh)
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