Tommy Lee Sparta - Vanilla
EXPLICIT

[Intro]
Buss a couple cases
Fuck a couple fake bitch
Met a couple fake friends
But dem couldn't stop the greatness
One time me never have nothing, right now me inna the latest
Dawg, look inna the spaceship, yo
Hol' on, Sparta

[Chorus]
A my life, so whatever
Fuck nuff gyal 'cause white 'pon me liver
Drive inna the Range or drive inna the Bimmer
Bare gyal a wave and say hi to the singer like
"Hey! Tommy Lee what's up?"
Bare gyal a say me sweet like a vanilla
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga, yo

[Verse 1]
Talk fi me
Me money talk fi me
Enemy a drink, pour out a glass fi me
Yeah, me start slow, now me gone with it
Now me a the Godfather, the Boss, see me?
Gyal a tek off dem draws fi me
Charisma, flavour, yeah, me born with it
Ev-every money weh inna bank legit
So we go spend it like we nah've no limit

[Chorus]
A my life, so whatever
Fuck nuff gyal 'cause white 'pon me liver
Drive inna the Range or drive inna the Bimmer
Bare gyal a wave and say hi to the singer like
"Hey! Tommy Lee what's up?"
Bare gyal a say me sweet like a vanilla
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga, yo

[Verse 2]
Flour skin (flour)
Flour skin
Bleach out, ink up
YOu know a our thing
Big Range tint up we nah show a thing
Bare gyal a link up a weh the rubba deh!
Show respect when you see our friends
We a run the road, gwaan home go back in
We have gun and dem license fi dem yah
Circle fi this dawg, we likely fi kill you

[Chorus]
A my life, so whatever
Fuck nuff gyal 'cause white 'pon me liver
Drive inna the Range or drive inna the Bimmer
Bare gyal a wave and say hi to the singer like
"Hey! Tommy Lee what's up?"
Bare gyal a say me sweet like a vanilla
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga, yo

[Verse 3]
The good I do is good
The bad I do is legendary
Dem want me dead and bury
But me lock dung with Michelle & Kerry
Gyal love, smell the Burberry
She's like...
She get horny, waan fi turn preggi
Inna her bell she waan me sperms deh deh

[Chorus]
A my life, so whatever
Fuck nuff gyal 'cause white 'pon me liver
Drive inna the Range or drive inna the Bimmer
Bare gyal a wave and say hi to the singer like
"Hey! Tommy Lee what's up?"
Bare gyal a say me sweet like a vanilla
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga
Money nuff
Nobody cyaan hype 'pon a nigga, yo

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