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Tommy Lee Sparta( Leroy Russell )
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We Got Food
Dem a rackle up mi head like dutchy cover And none a dem never meck a coil burn fire And dem fi know mi a one a the son a daddy devil Mi throw money in a the sky like May weather Up town tell dem don't wramp wid the thing Face bite off like piece a chicken Clarindon floss money meck the gyal dem a grin One thing mi haffi tell dem
() We got food, we got food Girl si mi money and acting rude We got food, we go modes As mi step in a the club every gyal a strip nude
Every man pon the Sparta a baller When mi leave my shadow gyal follow In a the bar mi a face my order Hennessy a go run like water
(2) Mi gain piece of your mind Wi a baller so wi kick weh the ball Girls follow me like straight when mi call Smoke mi cigar meck mi shoot to the star Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Wi no give a hell what haters say Mi naw go si none a dem pon mi birthday Cruse mi a cruse yeh pon the highway Mi and yo baby a go straight a Mobay
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(3) None a wi no light like a Dem no rich like the gyal pon mi bike back a Fi no chase, pass mi the big cutter Gimmi a light meck mi light up the cutchy In a the night yah wooy dem a pray fi mi suffer Like back in a the days wid bread and butter Dem waan mi fi get bout the rugga, rugga Anyweh the food deh rugga, rugga
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