[Intro: Popcaan]
Yeah
Mhmm-mmm-mmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm, yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm, yeah
Mhmm
Yeah
[Chorus: Popcaan & Fivio Foreign]
Tequila shots with a little piece a lime
Love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
Touch e highway, bare spaceship line up
Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up
Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer
Pretty bad bitch from North Carolina
Yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot (Yeah)
Yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that (Poppy)
[Verse 1: Fivio Foreign]
Yeah
She only like me when I'm drunk so I gеt deady for it
I mix the perky with thе liquor, now I'm ready for her
I see them niggas in this party, I'ma let it off
So if them boys stay home, they better off
You see them girls with them guns, they gon' set it off
I really mean what I say, it's not metaphor
Give her a little bit of money then I let her ball
I put my money on the thighs, I bet it all
Yeah, she tryna caress me
Percocet is kicking in the party, looking sexy
Every time I'm turned up, my shawty wanna text me
Huh, do what you do to me, make it nasty
I ain't even know the bitch, but she already met me
She don't know my name, she just noticed my Pateky
I'm a demon, you get me?
I could only be myself, it's how you got to accept me (Pow)
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Tequila shots with a little piece a lime
Love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
Touch e highway, bare spaceship line up
Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up
Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer
Pretty bad bitch from North Carolina
Yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot
Yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that
[Verse 2: Vybz Kartel]
Fuck no
No touch me bomboclaat cup
Me high like when the sound buck (Same so)
'Pon me waist me gun tuck (Chip Glock)
Your girl a ask me, "What's up?"
Me say, "Me need me dick fi get suck" (Right now)
Gaza man big, bad and tough
Boy them nuh a fi rate us
From me born up a Jubilee
Me a star, so me shine, so me fully clean
Have me own key like bully beef
Gyal can't pack me things and say fi leave
Me wife come from overseas
Me a her honey like she a mad over bees
Me style so sick, me could a make disease
Circle Fry Yiy, you best believe
Pour me drink nuh Poppy, please
[Chorus: Popcaan]
Tequila shots with a little piece a lime
Love how the gyal them a bubble and a whine up
Touch e highway, bare spaceship line up
Watch how you talk, pussy, you will get bines up
Fresh pair a Nike, me no beat no designer
Pretty bad bitch from North Carolina
Yeah, me feel high like a drone, like a pilot
Yeah, me feel high, a the moon in a the sky that
[Outro]
Yeah
Mhmm-mmm-mmm
Mhmm
Mhmm
Mhmm, yeah
Mhmm
Mhmm, yeah
Mhmm
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