Mi tek weh yuh virginity Yeah yeah yeah you took my So sing for me Memba di fus fuck Memba di first time pussy hurt up Push in a inch it buck and it stuck Yuh run off a cocky and yuh get up and cut Memba di two drop a blood pon yuh frock

There's a hole in my soul Take a walk outside your mind Take a look and you will find That's been killing me forever It's a place where a garden never grows Yeah, I should have known better 'Cause your love's like a thorn without a rose Is it over?

This is what you call rider music All the gangsters are ridin' to it (c'mon, let's roll) I can show you how we do it When we ride to that rider music, let's go (let's go) When we ride to that rider music, let's go Yeah we can ride to this Just lay back

I am just an icon living, living I am just an icon living I-i-icon living (woo) Spanish remix Yo shy guy, Yo Jaden, uh Wouh! Hahaha Yeah, hit it!

I can hear your heartbeat Nigga, you pussy, you scared Why the fuck would you come around here? Yeah, you know a dog sense fear You bark while we bite around here We ain't cut from the same cloth, we into different shit I want the bread, you want the

Up one now, but you wouldn't even pay attention (Alright) Up one now, know I'm out here on a mission (Uh-huh) Up one now, yeah you need to pay attention (Yeah) Up one now, I'm turnin' all the bad bitches down Up one now, my niggas, they tryna get it

Gato, who is Gato, cold, Gato Ellis, Gato, coat, Gato Murder, Gato, work, Gato Yeah, gato, feel me, gato Eh, yeah, scared, perish Southside on the track, yeah Gucci man soprano, my plug call me Carlo (Carlo)

Turn it up a little bit louder Turn it up I love this song Come on girl the world is ours Let's do something right or wrong Let's go live it Ain't no time for wasting time Days like these they go by way too fast Yeah, days like these you wanna make them

I never came from deep pockets Why can't I make a deposit? Can't call it, can't call it Can't call it, uh, can't call it Yeah, can't call it, I can't call it Can't call it, yeah, I can't call it Oh, I had so many days of crying Oh, I had so many days of

Everything is nice Like the feeling's right, goin' on a high grade flight Thugs a proll out, girls a roll out Everything is nice, yeah Dis a fi di people dem a work hard All who gone to di morgue, R.I.P to a loved one I'm feeling high, champagne fly Work