Tommy Lee Sparta - 6Up EXPLICIT
Badder than the killer dem a Isis
Cut your fucking life inna crisis
Stab out your throat with me icepick
Hold on 'pon your soul like a vicegrip
Find body a the least, six shot inna him chest
Crime scene full a evidence, me couldn't care less
Up inna the club bare champagne a pop
Any boy violate, get dem head push back
Dem fi know say us a badman party
Inna the club a bare bad gyal shorty
Sparta step out like a bloodclaat army
Fi anybody feel like dem waan war we
We no give a fuck, mercury inna me cup
High grade inna me spliff, every gyal a whine up
Gucci shirt, black jeans and me white high top
Yo, Sparta no cheap, every cash rise up
Up, up, up, up, up, up
Dem know say me thing way up
Up, up, up, up, up
Sparta no flop, so we thing stay up
Up, up, up, up
Up inna the club, everybody fucked up
Hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr
Bag full a money and it full way up
Pull up inna the club like a brinks truck
Gucci bag innna the trunk, rubber bands stacked
Pussy weh you know 'bout that
Money we a make, money we a stack
Hustle fi d paper, we young and we rich
Loyal to the game and we never gon' swtich
Got a couple white girls dem a fly with thecargo
More ice inna me chain than bloodclaat Chicago
You know say we a stack money from when
Pussy dem a watch we
We no watch them gwaan suck unno mother
We no beg friend
Dem fi know say, we nah no problem
God know me thing
Up, up, up, up, up, up
Dem know say me thing way up
Up, up, up, up, up
Sparta no flop, so we thing stay up
Up, up, up, up
Up inna the club, everybody fucked up
Hrr, hrr, hrr, hrr
Up, up, up, up, up, up...
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