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Alkaline
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Oh-lala A YoungLawd Yow Jordan, Hizzle We tell dem Not even death cyan stop me (Immortal) Young, but me hard to the core (Hardcore) Livin' mi life pon the road A make money and fuck a bag of whore So we tell dem Suave, suave just look how me suave (Suave) Jump inna Gucci, jump inna Versace Have up a hundred grand now pon mi body Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me Suave, suave wha' make me so suave? Kill mi competition then me cut with the dawdi All of mi gyal dem a come out fi the party Mi see so much camel toe, feel like me deh Abu Dhabi Suave, suave me out with mi army Just now the sky clear, look how the weather get stormy If me ever hurt you baby, me sorry Some a the times mi disappear, but I'll be back, so no worry Go through me rough times in all of mi glory Probably go heaven inna all of mi jewelry Suave, suave we just a get started (Oosh) Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich, retarded Mi smoke the weed like a tonic Meds pon another planet Feel like Salt Bae everytime mi sprinkle grabba pon it Drop a bomb weh atomic me haters them a panic None a them cyan keep up with me speed Mi supersonic Main chamber a talk 'bout game changer Six foot, two mi a dancehall main danger Dem youth ya queer 'til dem cyan get no stranger Bwoy you a minor nah do no major Lock dung yo gal in a mi bed and she no stop cum We kick back and just a watch dem just a drop dung Crank up the shot gun Nah go ever hear Vendetta back dung Race out everything them life lock dung Circle the club when dat done Deh inna the club and just a pop style Look inna mi pocket, it's a fat coil Out deh inna the road, me and the Rottweiler Dem white gyal see me and a act wild Not even death cyan stop me (Immortal) Young, but me hard to the core Livin' mi life pon the road A make money and fuck a bag of whore So we tell dem Suave, suave just look how me suave Jump inna Gucci, jump inna Versace Have up a hundred grand now pon mi body Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me Suave, suave wha' make me so suave? Kill mi competition then me cut with the dawdi All of mi gyal dem a come out fi the party Mi see so much camel toe, feel like me deh Abu Dhabi Suave, suave me out with mi army Just now the sky clear, look how the weather get stormy If me ever hurt you baby, me sorry Some a the times mi disappear, but I'll be back, so no worry Go through me rough times in all of mi glory Probably go heaven inna all of mi jewelry Suave, suave we just a get started (Oosh) Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich, retarded Ice cold shivering in gold Yo couldn't last not a even a day in a me insole Forever young like we never getting old We get the style them when them drop Unnu get them when them old Them better put me name on the honor roll Honor roll because the skipper really deh pon a roll A dem corrupt we mind a dem mek we cold Fight fire with fire, just ah go add to we fuel (Doh) Deh inna the club and just a pop style Look inna mi pocket, it's a fat coil Out deh inna the road, me and the Rottweiler Dem white gyal see me and a act wild Not even death cyan stop me (Immortal) Young, but me hard to the core Livin' mi life pon the road A make money and fuck a bag of whore So we tell dem Suave, suave just look how me suave Jump inna Gucci, jump inna Versace Have up a hundred grand now pon mi body Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me Suave, suave wha' make me so suave? Kill mi competition then me cut with the dawdi All of mi gyal dem a come out fi the party Mi see so much camel toe, feel like me deh Abu Dhabi Suave, suave me out with mi army Just now the sky clear, look how the weather get stormy If me ever hurt you baby, me sorry Some a the times mi disappear, but I'll be back, so no worry Go through me rough times in all of mi glory Probably go heaven inna all of mi jewelry Suave, suave we just a get started (Oosh) Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich, retarded Mi no affi talk who a di bigger man Mi no affi talk who a di trigger man Yo could big and thick or tough up Like the man up pon the Vigorton We put yo down 'cause we no give a damn Shot buss him belly tell whomever Get the kidney or the liver from We always number one don't get the figure wrong Pussy them a plot behind and out ways fi get rid a man 'Fraid fi face me one on one So them can gwaan chat in a song Incase me catch a case, me want a lawyer like fi Zimmerman (Fi who?!) Deh in a the club and just a pop style Look in a mi pocket is a fat coil Out there in a the road mi and the Rottweiler Them white gal see me and a act wild Not even death cyan stop me (Immortal) Young, but me hard to the core (Hardcore) Livin' mi life pon the road A make money and fuck a bag of whore So we tell dem Suave, suave just look how me suave Jump inna Gucci, jump inna Versace Have up a hundred grand now pon mi body Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me Suave, suave wha' make me so suave? Kill mi competition then me cut with the dawdi All of mi gyal dem a come out fi the party Mi see so much camel toe, feel like me deh Abu Dhabi Suave, suave me out with mi army Just now the sky clear, look how the weather get stormy If me ever hurt you baby, me sorry Some a the times mi disappear, but I'll be back, so no worry Go through me rough times in all of mi glory Probably go heaven inna all of mi jewelry Suave, suave we just a get started (Oosh) Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich, retarded
Writer(s): Jordan Gregory Mcclure, David Spencer Hayle, Earlan Bartley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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