CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Jamaican Flow
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (Oh, no, no)
Ayy (NLE)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (No love, yeah)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas
Eating j*rk chicken, no lobster
In Kingston wit' rastas
N***a move wrong they pop ya
Like potatoes, we drop ya
You a b*t*h boy, bombaclat, yeah
You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah
Yeah, want beef you got that
Real Jamaican, I'm a top shotta, burn a n***a like Satan
Don't do no savin', want smoke with me and cook him up like bacon
Yo' sack get taken, try'na flex on me now you up on a payment
White b*t*h named Stacy, put d**k on her lip like a blunt she facin'
Ayy, what is love? I'm NLE, can't show no love
He talking tough, until I fill him up with slugs
I'm a stepper, I step on n***as like a rug
Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin' plugs
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' sh*t, shots at yo' medulla, b*t*h
I ain't got time for discussin', I'ma just end up bussin'
This big a** .30 on my hip, the f**k I look like, trust me
I'm Jamaican, but my b*t*h, she really Russian
She gave me head, yeah, like that b*t*h had a concussion
I'm in Montego Bay, swimmin' with Sting Rays
I might just take a trip to Kingston, they keep them K's
Ayy, I been up for days, that money what I chase
They say I'm five years old, them boogers in my face
But I'm like, "No those are diamonds," yeah
Don't look too close 'cause they shine, yeah
A bust down Rollie, perfect timin', yeah
Real talk, I don't do the lyin'
Drip too severe (Yeah), do you hear me clear? (Yeah)
You know I'm foreign, how the f**k I get here?
I'm shinin' like a star, I want a Audemar
I'm jumping in the crowd at my show, rockstar
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' sh*t, shots at yo' medulla, b*t*h, yeah
Huh, woah, woah, woah, woah
This that Jamaican flow, oh
Yuh, huh, huh
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t, yeah
No Love ENT
Ayy (NLE)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (No love, yeah)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas
Eating j*rk chicken, no lobster
In Kingston wit' rastas
N***a move wrong they pop ya
Like potatoes, we drop ya
You a b*t*h boy, bombaclat, yeah
You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah
Yeah, want beef you got that
Real Jamaican, I'm a top shotta, burn a n***a like Satan
Don't do no savin', want smoke with me and cook him up like bacon
Yo' sack get taken, try'na flex on me now you up on a payment
White b*t*h named Stacy, put d**k on her lip like a blunt she facin'
Ayy, what is love? I'm NLE, can't show no love
He talking tough, until I fill him up with slugs
I'm a stepper, I step on n***as like a rug
Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin' plugs
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' sh*t, shots at yo' medulla, b*t*h
I ain't got time for discussin', I'ma just end up bussin'
This big a** .30 on my hip, the f**k I look like, trust me
I'm Jamaican, but my b*t*h, she really Russian
She gave me head, yeah, like that b*t*h had a concussion
I'm in Montego Bay, swimmin' with Sting Rays
I might just take a trip to Kingston, they keep them K's
Ayy, I been up for days, that money what I chase
They say I'm five years old, them boogers in my face
But I'm like, "No those are diamonds," yeah
Don't look too close 'cause they shine, yeah
A bust down Rollie, perfect timin', yeah
Real talk, I don't do the lyin'
Drip too severe (Yeah), do you hear me clear? (Yeah)
You know I'm foreign, how the f**k I get here?
I'm shinin' like a star, I want a Audemar
I'm jumping in the crowd at my show, rockstar
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t
I'm getting guala, they like, "Choppa got a lots of it"
That draco might just overheat, it got a cooling kit
We pull up shootin' sh*t, shots at yo' medulla, b*t*h, yeah
Huh, woah, woah, woah, woah
This that Jamaican flow, oh
Yuh, huh, huh
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta sh*t, yeah
No Love ENT
