Tommy Lee Sparta - We Got Food download mp3

Lyrics

Dem a rackle up mi head like dutchy cover
And none a dem never meck a coil burn fire
And dem fi know mi a one a the son a daddy devil
Mi throw money in a the sky like May weather
Up town tell dem don’t wramp wid the thing
Face bite off like piece a chicken
Clarindon floss money meck the gyal dem a grin
One thing mi haffi tell dem
We got food, we got food
Girl si mi money and acting rude
We got food, we go modes
As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller
When mi leave my shadow gyal follow
In a the bar mi a face my order
Hennessy a go run like water
Mi gain piece of your mind
Wi a baller so wi kick weh the ball
Girls follow me like straight when mi call
Smoke mi cigar meck mi shoot to the star
Wi no give a hell what haters say
Mi naw go si none a dem pon mi birthday
Cruse mi a cruse yeh pon the highway
Mi and yo baby a go straight a Mobay
We got food, we got food
Girl si mi money and acting rude
We got food, we go modes
As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller
When mi leave my shadow gyal follow
In a the bar mi a face my order
Hennessy a go run like water
None a wi no light like a
Dem no rich like the gyal pon mi bike back a
Fi no chase, pass mi the big cutter
Gimmi a light meck mi light up the cutchy
In a the night yah wooy dem a pray fi mi suffer
Like back in a the days wid bread and butter
Dem waan mi fi get bout the rugga, rugga
Anyweh the food deh rugga, rugga
We got food, we got food
Girl si mi money and acting rude
We got food, we go modes
As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller
When mi leave my shadow gyal follow
In a the bar mi a face my order
Hennessy a go run like water
Dem a rackle up mi head like dutchy cover
And none a dem never meck a coil burn fire
And dem fi know mi a one a the son a daddy devil
Mi throw money in a the sky like May weather
Up town tell dem don’t wramp wid the thing
Face bite off like piece a chicken
Clarindon floss money meck the gyal dem a grin
One thing mi haffi tell dem
We got food, we got food
Girl si mi money and acting rude
We got food, we go modes
As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller
When mi leave my shadow gyal follow
In a the bar mi a face my order
Hennessy a go run like water