[Intro]
Yeah, run it dey boy
Ahhh
Yo
[Verse 1: Yung Rudd]
Versace, Versace
I cannot afford but I will, do you copy...
Like cheating on tests? I'mma just k** this rap sh** dude, you watch me
Haters just hope that I'm not rolling Benz while you still in jalopies
Cause then your girlfriends will be all on my balls, like boxers or jockies
Trini
The country that I rep
Trini
Love it 'til my d**h
Trini
The girl I'm loving is
Trini
But not by birth by parentage
Least she f**s with her heritage
Double entendre
"Just k** beats right through" - my mantra
Lyrically shoot sh** up like Contra
Smoking on poop? I'll sponsor
sh** to make you say, "Whoo! Dai ganja!"
Smoke like rastas
Never do coke nor speed like Sandra...
Bullock. You're full of sh**
Hating? Then you are a buller, it's
Not meant in the h*mophobic way
Just means you're a b**h when I call you gay
f** it though, only got time for the hot rhymes
And sometimes the sublime bud I'mma roll up
My sh** is nice b**h, like my gyal and my rhymes is
So sick that it might itch or make you want to throw up
Small fries have to grow up
Wedged in a life where you have to buy po' stuff
Shonuff, you follow me? You'll blow up
Like a doll for a virgin, so much cash you're gonna be splurging
Haters pockets and feelings hurting, their heads gonna hang down like curtains
Swag...Swag
Took a pause for a cause
Cooked in the middle of the song like a boss
Woo! Swag!
Like Lil Boss
Then a new flow, I flipped - coin toss
Want to be rich forever like Ross
[Hook: Yung Rudd]
Versace (x6)
I buy my versace
In Rattans (10)
[Outro]
Yo
I just k**ed that sh**, dan
2 Much Vybz
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SRP yuh large
1KB
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