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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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