Leave me alone Drunk as fuck Bitch you dumb as fuck Running up the bucks (damn, ay) Bitch you down or what? (Ya) Yah, yah, yah, yah (ay) Yeah, I miss you but I got no time for that Tell you the truth

Look at me, fuck on me Yah, ayy, yah Ayy, ayy, ayy I'm like "Bitch, who is your mans?" ayy Can't keep my dick in my pants, ayy My bitch don't love me no mo', ayy

Yeah now she gotta do what I say I don't care at all Yaaahhh, yahhh, yah I can't go a day if I don't talk to my baby I went to my hood all my friends think I made it Yeah my momma think I'm famous 100 dollar bills in the way Yeah it feels good to be

Di yon mo pou mwen kumbayah 'Cause I'm needin' somethin' I've been searchin' for my soul, my heart I got this money, but it's nothin' right now I ain't never gotta rap about the diamonds on my neck I'm searchin' for my soul, hope you know where it went

Whine gyal, same way Whine gyal, mi no come yah fi no game play Gyal tip, tip, tip, tip pon it Mi love how yuh whine and bubble gyal When you go pon your toe and tip on it Body look tight and right, gyal When you quint up yuh ting and grip on it Treat me

Don't say that, don't say that Don't say that (Word), don't say that (Word) Don't say that (Yah), don't say that (Yah) Shh, be quiet Don't say that shit around them niggas You know that's there? That's Bloc and them Those them niggas that be shootin'

I ain't livin' right (uh) I ain't livin' right (yeah) I ain't livin' right, uh, I ain't livin' right (yeah) And they put away my problems I don't sell drugs, I cop em' I be living life all wrong I ain't livin' right (yah, ohh) I need therapy, I'm going

Fire, A say you just caw win you go lose We a warn dem Move yah, pack up and gwaan Move yah, a beg you pack up and gwaan Wah wah yoo, wah wah yo Eternal Fire dutty babylon you a go get bruze Me a warn dem, warn dem Selassie I Gimmi dem remedy the fire fi

No way, no way Never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home One way ticket 'cause I had to show yah Flow so sick, make you catch pneumonia I'm never goin' home, n-n-never goin' home So who's gonna tell me I can't do Anything I put my mind to Now I ain't tryna

Buzzin', radars is buzzin' Yah, yah, yah, yah Yah, yah, yah, yah, yah, yah New shit, new Kung Fu Kenny I got so many theories and suspicions I'm diagnosed with real nigga conditions Today is the day I follow my intuition Keep the family close, get money,