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Yardie

 

Yardie


Me run the whole world
But me come from Jamaica
Lot of hit records I am a
Record breaker
Big baller thing in a L.A.
Them call me Laker
From me know me self I am a true
Money maker
Chatty chatty
Mouth a talk tough but them a faker
Soft
Like porridge
Them a oats them must be quaker
Circle
Up them ends with tall rake
Like I'm a raker
Boy them move shaky
Start tremble like a shaker
Me no have no patience even though I am the doctor
Any gal me page you know a pussy a the factor
Carry that a me yard and rev rev it like a tractor
Movie star lifestyle but man a no actor
Billionaire vision big yacht and helicopter
My life is like a book that get better at every chapter
Step in a the club
Whole heap a gal a ge capture
High grade me smoke whe charge me up like a adaptor

Cause real bad man no take program
Gangsta for life
That a me slogan
And me no afraid a triple H nor Hulk Hogan
Some little fool whe a chat no really know man
Cause man a yardie
We no take talk you know pawdie
Yardie
Richer than the sheik them down a saddi
Yardie
A dozen gal in a me Audi
A mix di Coco-cola with Bacardi

The style them that me have you can't find them in the market
Sky is not the limit cause iron not mi target
One bag of girls in my life you do not have to ask it
The girls them sugar
Them sweets them chocolate
Labba labba mouth just want your business to go talk it
Tell loose mouth me will use a brick cork it
Them same one see food a share and gone shark it
And them never contribute a dollar to the saltfish
Real to the street
Them can tell you me no fake it
Step them whe me make
Them fool ya never make it
Gangster regulation
Them fool yah can't break it
Me carry more dough and the baker them when bake it
Me love to see the gal
Them in the dance when them a shake it
Fat something buff
Up a say come yah come take it
Bad gal
Push up you finger and give mate it
A no your fault the man rate it
Anyway

Real bad man no take program
Gangsta for life
That a me slogan
And me no afraid a triple H nor Hulk Hogan
Some little fool whe a chat no really know man
Cause man a yardie
We no take talk you know pawdie
Yardie
Richer than the sheik them down a saddi
Yardie
A dozen gal in a me Audi
A mix di Coco-cola with Bacardi

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