Jamaica
(Ooou Bighead on the beat)
I count me some bands, when I wake up
Diamonds on my hands, when I wake up
Hit me when you land, we could bake up
You know I'm smoking gas, like Jamaica
Hit me when you land, we can bake up
All my bitches bad, with no make up
Yeah, you know I got gas, like Jamaica
Yeah, I send that boy to meet the maker
Yeah, I did it again
These rappers are stealing my lyrics, again
I got the drank, I delivered again
Sipping, until I get shivers again
I'm with the heat, yeah it's with us again
Slide in a Beamer or slide in a benz
She slide in my DM's, along with her friends
(Yeah)
I'm out in London, I live in the ends
I still got my bruddas back, till the end
I put bands in the music, instead of the rent
(Yeah) (Yeah)
And that's because I know I will make it
I stuck to the code, when you faked it
That shawty off the coke and she can't shake it
They won't give you a chance, if you would take it
(Mmmh)
All my friends in love with all these drugs
Sipping on that mud
In a double cup
I get love in my city
Yeah, I know the plug
Cannot take no L's, I only know dubs
(Yeah) (Yeah)
I count me some bands, when I wake up
Diamonds on my hands, when I wake up
Hit me when you land, we could bake up
You know I'm smoking gas, like Jamaica
Hit me when u land, we can bake up
All my bitches bad, with no make up
Yeah, you know I got gas, like Jamaica
Yeah, I send that boy to meet the maker
I count me some bands, when I wake up
Diamonds on my hands, when I wake up
Hit me when you land, we could bake up
You know I'm smoking gas, like Jamaica
Hit me when you land, we can bake up
All my bitches bad, with no make up
Yeah, you know I got gas, like Jamaica
Yeah, I send that boy to meet the maker
Yeah, I did it again
These rappers are stealing my lyrics, again
I got the drank, I delivered again
Sipping, until I get shivers again
I'm with the heat, yeah it's with us again
Slide in a Beamer or slide in a benz
She slide in my DM's, along with her friends
(Yeah)
I'm out in London, I live in the ends
I still got my bruddas back, till the end
I put bands in the music, instead of the rent
(Yeah) (Yeah)
And that's because I know I will make it
I stuck to the code, when you faked it
That shawty off the coke and she can't shake it
They won't give you a chance, if you would take it
(Mmmh)
All my friends in love with all these drugs
Sipping on that mud
In a double cup
I get love in my city
Yeah, I know the plug
Cannot take no L's, I only know dubs
(Yeah) (Yeah)
I count me some bands, when I wake up
Diamonds on my hands, when I wake up
Hit me when you land, we could bake up
You know I'm smoking gas, like Jamaica
Hit me when u land, we can bake up
All my bitches bad, with no make up
Yeah, you know I got gas, like Jamaica
Yeah, I send that boy to meet the maker
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Hobson
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