High School
He said he came from Jamaica
- He said he came from Jamaica
- He owned a couple acres
- A couple fake visas cause he never got his papers
- Gave up on love, f**king with them heart breakers
- But he was gettin' money with the movers and the shakers
- He was mixed with a couple things
- Ball like a couple rings
- Bricks in the condo
- And grams to Sing Sing
- Left arm, baby mother tatted
- 5-year bid up north when they ratted
- Anyway, I felt him, helped him
- Put him on lock, seat-belt him
- Took him out to Belgium, welcome
- Bitches this pretty, that's seldom
- This box better than the box he was held in
- I'm Momma Dee in that order
- I call him Daddy like daughters
- He like it when I get drunk
Komen 1
I feel relax everytime I'm listening your songs