Paroles de Yoga Fire Freestyle
Yo' Cochise, a weh dem a— (Bullet!)Uh, uh, yeah
I had to double the racks, okay
I had to double the stack, okay
Shawty, she throwing it back, okay (Hold on)
That nigga so yesterday (Hold on)
I'm on my best today (Hold on)
Yeah, give shawty a mess today (Hold on)
I want some baguettes today (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Uh, like a pound, we rollin' 'em up
Like a round, I'm getting it up
Ya shawty, she got a lil' butt (Lil' butt), yeah
She know I tempted to touch, yeah (To touch)
But I ain't doin' too much, yeah
I getting ice like a puck, yeah
Shawty she give me a hug, yeah
I get the money, alright, yeah
I get the money, alright, yeah
That boy he talkin', he don't want to play, yeah
I'm taking your bae, uh, yeah, like every day, uh, yeah
Just right on a date, uh, yeah
But I never pay, uh, yeah, she play with me, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep my money in rolls (Okay)
I make it sunny in snow (In snow) I brought my lil' fire on the store, yeah (On the stove)
They pick on the kid, like a 'fro, yeah
He handle the stick like a pro, yeah
I pick up my chips like a crow, yeah
Velveeta, I'm getting this dough
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah
Give me the pack, the pack, the pack, the pack
I put the pack with the mac up to you
My niggas comin' and run on the road
My niggas comin' and runnin' the boat
I get the money, I feel like I'm boat
I flip it just like I'm under the boat
I get to eating that filet mignon (Uh, bullet), yeah
I had to cut 'em off, uh, yeah, just like a price, uh
I had a shorty, she white, uh, yeah, she look like rice, uh
I had a buddy, he lice
I had the wrong from the right
[?] like a mime
I had to get to the—, uh, yeah
I had to fly like a kite (Kite)
That boy, he talkin' 'bout bite (Bite)
I got the money, it's Ripe (Ripe)
[?] bite, huh, huh
I fell in love for the ride
Sean Paul, they had to give me the light, yeah, hoo, yeah
I got on read
I got the money, it come through the red
Shawty, she pumpin', she bumpin' her head
I got the money a month from the rent
I had to wake up and count up the bread
I had to wake up and push out the red
I got money on me and I'm feelin' like Craig
I got money on me and I'm flippin' the red
If you talk about me, then I leave you on read
Ah, ah, I got the red
Uh, playin' Left 4 Dead 2, yeah
I got the red Lou, yeah
I got the red Lou
I gotta pay for my uncle Lou, yeah
In Barbados he two, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's why they hatin', uh, yeah
No immigration, uh, yeah
I got a GAT, uh, yeah
That's why he hatin', uh, yeah
They all racist, uh, yeah
Yeah I'm half Bajan, uh, yeah
But I'm Jamaican, huh, yeah
I got a [?], uh, yeah
I got the cake, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah
I'm on my best today (Hold on)
Yeah, give shawty a mess today (Hold on)
I want some baguettes today (Yeah, uh, yeah)
Uh, like a pound, we rollin' 'em up
Like a round, I'm getting it up
Ya shawty, she got a lil' butt (Lil' butt), yeah
She know I tempted to touch, yeah (To touch)
But I ain't doin' too much, yeah
I getting ice like a puck, yeah
Shawty she give me a hug, yeah
I get the money, alright, yeah
I get the money, alright, yeah
That boy he talkin', he don't want to play, yeah
I'm taking your bae, uh, yeah, like every day, uh, yeah
Just right on a date, uh, yeah
But I never pay, uh, yeah, she play with me, uh
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
I keep my money in rolls (Okay)
I make it sunny in snow (In snow) I brought my lil' fire on the store, yeah (On the stove)
They pick on the kid, like a 'fro, yeah
He handle the stick like a pro, yeah
I pick up my chips like a crow, yeah
Velveeta, I'm getting this dough
Ha, ha, yeah, yeah
Give me the pack, the pack, the pack, the pack
I put the pack with the mac up to you
My niggas comin' and run on the road
My niggas comin' and runnin' the boat
I get the money, I feel like I'm boat
I flip it just like I'm under the boat
I get to eating that filet mignon (Uh, bullet), yeah
I had to cut 'em off, uh, yeah, just like a price, uh
I had a shorty, she white, uh, yeah, she look like rice, uh
I had a buddy, he lice
I had the wrong from the right
[?] like a mime
I had to get to the—, uh, yeah
I had to fly like a kite (Kite)
That boy, he talkin' 'bout bite (Bite)
I got the money, it's Ripe (Ripe)
[?] bite, huh, huh
I fell in love for the ride
Sean Paul, they had to give me the light, yeah, hoo, yeah
I got on read
I got the money, it come through the red
Shawty, she pumpin', she bumpin' her head
I got the money a month from the rent
I had to wake up and count up the bread
I had to wake up and push out the red
I got money on me and I'm feelin' like Craig
I got money on me and I'm flippin' the red
If you talk about me, then I leave you on read
Ah, ah, I got the red
Uh, playin' Left 4 Dead 2, yeah
I got the red Lou, yeah
I got the red Lou
I gotta pay for my uncle Lou, yeah
In Barbados he two, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
That's why they hatin', uh, yeah
No immigration, uh, yeah
I got a GAT, uh, yeah
That's why he hatin', uh, yeah
They all racist, uh, yeah
Yeah I'm half Bajan, uh, yeah
But I'm Jamaican, huh, yeah
I got a [?], uh, yeah
I got the cake, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah
I got the regular, uh, yeah
