Paroles de la chanson Jamaican Flow par NLE Choppa
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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 jerk chicken, no lobster
In Kingston wit' rastas
Nigga move wrong they pop ya
Like potatoes, we drop ya
You a bitch boy, bombaclat, yeah
You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah
Yeah, want beef you got that
Real Jamaican, I'm a top shotta, burn a nigga like Satan
Don't do no savin', want smoke with me and cook him up like bacon
Ayy (NLE)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas (No love, yeah)
I'm in Jamaica with shottas
Eating jerk chicken, no lobster
In Kingston wit' rastas
Nigga move wrong they pop ya
Like potatoes, we drop ya
You a bitch boy, bombaclat, yeah
You a hoe boy rastaclat, yeah
Yeah, want beef you got that
Real Jamaican, I'm a top shotta, burn a nigga 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 bitch named Stacy, put dick 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 niggas like a rug
Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin' plugs
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit
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' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch
White bitch named Stacy, put dick 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 niggas like a rug
Call up BG, my big guy, you know he finessin' plugs
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit
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' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch
I ain't got time for discussin', I'ma just end up bussin'
This big ass .30 on my hip, the fuck I look like, trust me
I'm Jamaican, but my bitch, she really Russian
She gave me head, yeah, like that bitch 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)
This big ass .30 on my hip, the fuck I look like, trust me
I'm Jamaican, but my bitch, she really Russian
She gave me head, yeah, like that bitch 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 fuck 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 shit
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' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch, yeah
Huh, woah, woah, woah, woah
This that Jamaican flow, oh
Yuh, huh, huh
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit, yeah
No Love ENT
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 shit
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' shit, shots at yo' medulla, bitch, yeah
Huh, woah, woah, woah, woah
This that Jamaican flow, oh
Yuh, huh, huh
Baby Mexico Choppa, ayy, this that shotta shit, yeah
No Love ENT
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