Break-Fast
I see a lot of man talking this bread,
I can see it in your eyes your gonna break fast
Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it
How you want it got theses niggas playing ketch up
Played yourself trying to be the goat
Turned out to be a goat
Got my young boy with me and you wanna burna boy
Make a racket with a smoke
She loving me presents
Even though me never come with no presents
Me still a gift
She love me ever since
She say me heaven sent, oh lord, oh lord
She tell me what she miss
Cause she know me never miss Red Stripe or a Guinness
When me start me na finish
Me put mi heart inna this
You no say me a inna the gazza
She no say me dash way the class A
Chain pon my neck that ah always
Batty like Kim me a Kanye
But if she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
Oh Lord, oh Lord
She see the top on tele
She want the cock in her belly
Me tell her tuck in her belly
Before me jump in her belly
And give her fuck in her belly, oh lord, oh lord
Way up there
This whine make me wan' play up there
So high make me wan' pray up there
One night make me just lay up there
Whine your back
You told me you won't ever leave me
Now you're coming like you wanna leave me
Why you wanna do that
Whine your back
You told me you won't ever leave me
Now you're coming like you wanna leave me
Why you wanna do that
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
Ride till the wheels for off
Praise to the most high
This why the teams so strong, cause your my ride
All my life
Ride till the wheels for off
Praise to the most high
This why the teams so strong, cause your my ride
Take a picture for me
I couldn't picture this, they're taking pictures of me
Instead of shooting at me that's, ironic
I'm done with the dungeon but I'm from it
So if I let you die then that's diabolic
So I'm killing it instead I got the bill, my niggas billing it instead
No divide I paying dividends with them
Women give me head, that's why there's women on my head
Her belly full on Ramadan but I'ma Christian instead
I see a lot of man talking this bread,
I can see it in your eyes your gonna break fast
Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it
How you want it got theses niggas playing ketch up
Played yourself trying to be the goat, turned out to be a goat
Got my young boy with me and you wanna burna boy
Make a racket with a smoke
You're rude
Gwan bout your business nuh man
You're too rude, you must behave yourself
Come out nuh, which part of you are a Christian
You are not a Christian, cah I here your words dem what yuh say
Get out here
Here dem now
Get out, get out
Why you come in here and war with me for
Behave yourself before I slap you
Slap who
You
You don't know this women yet
You gon' lick me down
Im gonna box off the damn glasses off of yuh face
Ah true
Yes, if you wrenk, if you wrenk with me you damn feisty wretch you
I can see it in your eyes your gonna break fast
Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it
How you want it got theses niggas playing ketch up
Played yourself trying to be the goat
Turned out to be a goat
Got my young boy with me and you wanna burna boy
Make a racket with a smoke
She loving me presents
Even though me never come with no presents
Me still a gift
She love me ever since
She say me heaven sent, oh lord, oh lord
She tell me what she miss
Cause she know me never miss Red Stripe or a Guinness
When me start me na finish
Me put mi heart inna this
You no say me a inna the gazza
She no say me dash way the class A
Chain pon my neck that ah always
Batty like Kim me a Kanye
But if she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
Oh Lord, oh Lord
She see the top on tele
She want the cock in her belly
Me tell her tuck in her belly
Before me jump in her belly
And give her fuck in her belly, oh lord, oh lord
Way up there
This whine make me wan' play up there
So high make me wan' pray up there
One night make me just lay up there
Whine your back
You told me you won't ever leave me
Now you're coming like you wanna leave me
Why you wanna do that
Whine your back
You told me you won't ever leave me
Now you're coming like you wanna leave me
Why you wanna do that
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them bagga man there
If she ask me fi eat me say Ramadan yeah
Me no move like them other man there
Ride till the wheels for off
Praise to the most high
This why the teams so strong, cause your my ride
All my life
Ride till the wheels for off
Praise to the most high
This why the teams so strong, cause your my ride
Take a picture for me
I couldn't picture this, they're taking pictures of me
Instead of shooting at me that's, ironic
I'm done with the dungeon but I'm from it
So if I let you die then that's diabolic
So I'm killing it instead I got the bill, my niggas billing it instead
No divide I paying dividends with them
Women give me head, that's why there's women on my head
Her belly full on Ramadan but I'ma Christian instead
I see a lot of man talking this bread,
I can see it in your eyes your gonna break fast
Serve the sauce on the platter you can have it
How you want it got theses niggas playing ketch up
Played yourself trying to be the goat, turned out to be a goat
Got my young boy with me and you wanna burna boy
Make a racket with a smoke
You're rude
Gwan bout your business nuh man
You're too rude, you must behave yourself
Come out nuh, which part of you are a Christian
You are not a Christian, cah I here your words dem what yuh say
Get out here
Here dem now
Get out, get out
Why you come in here and war with me for
Behave yourself before I slap you
Slap who
You
You don't know this women yet
You gon' lick me down
Im gonna box off the damn glasses off of yuh face
Ah true
Yes, if you wrenk, if you wrenk with me you damn feisty wretch you
Credits
Writer(s): Olaniyi Michael Akinkunmi, Achi Avelino, Jerome Antony Joshua Williams, Moses Ayo Samuels, Jermaine Sinclaire Scott, Gabriel Oluwasen Kusimo
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