Текст песни Jamaica / Blizzard - Dark Lo , V Don

Lee get heavy with the razor
Fuck boy Lee get heavy with the razor
Fuck boy Lee get heavy with the razor
Fuck boy Lee get heavy with the razor

Just wake up, we is in Jamaica
She sucked all our dick, we didn′t even make her
Heard he down 'round ya wife then I came an′ sprayed her
Then I pay all the bills, I just came to weigh ya
Hit you in the chest and prolly lift you way up
Kissed her on the neck then told her, "Don't wait up"
You know I'm shakin′ and movin′, they breakin' the rules and-
Steady makin′ the news and I came with my tool and-

Went to town wearin' sheep skin
Got my new bitch from Hollywood she got bleached skin
She wanna ride the wood, I′ma squeeze it in
I just did the dashboard, said 210 (Skrrt)
Now dry-cookin' coke I′m 'bout to freeze it again (I'm cookin′)
My bag job′s gon' roof me if she see me again

The dome house where the needles bang
They got the Beatles playin′, we at the Eagles game
Fi die on the beat, I can feed you pain
30 Racks for the rock, I just leave it plain
And my bruh with me, he ain't even playin′
Shawty pride sprayin', what you nigga′s sayin'?
(What you sayin' nigga?)

Now I′m back on my old shit (now he′s back on the road, shit)
Baggin' dope made my nose drip
Make my day, get you soulless
Upstate, that was ′06, I should get you both clips
The drink in me, the stink in me
My clip empty, you niggas envy
My sneaks Fendi, my engine Hemi
Bankroll benji's, black diamonds you can send me

Just wake up, we is in Jamaica
She sucked all our dick, we didn′t even make her
Hunted down 'round ya wife then I came an′ sprayed her
Then I pay all the bills, I just came to weigh ya
Hit you in the chest and prolly lift you way up
Kissed her on the neck then told her, "Don't wait up"
You know I'm shakin′ and movin′, they breakin' the rules and-

Fuck brothers, I kill you if you step on ′em
That's my brother, I don′t really need no help from him
'Cause when I drop, the whole world be respectin′ him
I had to drop a clean hit, it was excellent
Cut the dope and spill it now, it was Mexican
French home au pareil he done the best he can
Demon's knockin' on his head, screamin′, "Let me in!"
And steam ain′t low, you runnin' shit, what ′bout my second run?

Adidas strike, because they check like knives
Fuck my suit, I fill my gaff, I go and check back the knife
And she gon' suck and swallow, if she texts back I might
Send an Uber, get some treat, then I′ll text back, "Arite"
This shit is really nothing, I can get you bumpin'
I tell - full of Turk, he gon′ get you somethin'
But back to these rap niggas, your bro disgustin'
But she′s the purse like my bitch, your′s really barkin'

Tell ′em all I'm out back, I′m 'bout to pull this Russian
Shoot in the streets, but it don′t, his toe was fucked in
I told young in the streets, "Hell don't get sucked in
Part of the game from the fall, young'un don′t rush in
Take my advice", so what d′you think he did?
When I write, boy I'm nice and big I was thinkin′ big
My man die so I spank his kid
If I die and he still alive, you know he raised a mobs' like they is