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Rasta Lyrics - Artist : OBN Jay
(You know it's pressure)
(The dummy way)
(From my rings to my chains
To my watches, everything)

Call me the sickest
Everything crucial
And this factual
Yeah mane
Bust a nigga shit
With FN Tacticals
Dead mane
Booted up
With alcohol laced in my cup
Vodka gang
Bad lil thing
Giving brain
Niggas fall when choppas bang
Pull up where I'm going
AR's and Uzi's
Hold them up
Behind my hearse
If it come the day
A nigga do me
Record me
I'm just thuggin
Smoking cigars
Like on movies
Police take my rod
Go round the corner
Get a new piece

Cut up with my apes
We up them bangas
Make them sang
Like EEE OUU
Bring back his blood
Slide with my thugs
All for my nigga GETCHU
Carl out his mind
In addy world
To tell the truth
He took 2
nigga having secret pressure
Pussy boy what you wann do

Bombclatt plays
On my cell phone
Rasta man today
Like my dreads long
Me will never
Fear my enemies
Till I'm dead gone
Bitch you know
I never do no weakness
So you dead wrong

Fuck you
I'm a strong mun
Whaa gwan
Come through
You gone run into some top shottas
Fuck you
I'm a strong mun
Whaa gwan
Come through
You gone run into some top shottas

Please don't fuck with me
Might overdose
Like 10 bars
Why you take it?
I like F

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