letra de banana boat - jody lamak
[chorus]
you caught me up with no dribble
that was so messed up it f-cked with my mental
gave you my heart, but it was just a rental
gave you my all, like i had it to give
i fell in love for real
i got that touch king midas
told you my feeling that’s priceless
gave you my soul now i’m lifeless
i cannot let it go
smoking that weed is my antidote
where i’m about to go, i don’t even know
refugee on a banana boat
tell me i’m right, when i’m right or wrong
beat up that p-ssy, no calico
i felt the pain all along, it’s kinda hard to be rational
i keep a stick [?] you was gettin’ so high you don’t know the lat-tude
don’t want a b-tch with a att-tude
f-ck her good, what i got to do
told that lil baby that i’m bout to blow
she say boy just go do what you gotta do
and keep a circle small, hula hoop, cause n-ggas be rats like ratatou’
[verse]
in the ghetto i play like i’m elvis
i need the green like i play for the celtics
gelato my blount you can’t even smell it
go get a bag, and i’m gonna act selfish
[?] cash say that i’m wealthy
man, i been workin’ my pocket look healthy
can’t trust these n-ggas they really be melly
had be a b-tch [?] tele
i need a shawty like keisha and belly
they k!lled my n-gga and i wasn’t ready
cry like a baby, my [?]
knife in my back better yet a machete
strap up lil n-gga, i’m ready
bullets gon’ fly like confetti
she suck me up, no spaghetti
i’m in the coupe, and i swerve like andretti
cause i’m in the field like i’m messi
[chorus]
you caught me up with no dribble
that was so messed up it f-cked with my mental
gave you my heart, but it was just a rental
gave you my all, like i had it to give
i fell in love for real
i got that touch king midas
told you my feeling that’s priceless
gave you my soul now i’m lifeless
i cannot let it go
smoking that weed is my antidote
where i’m about to go, i don’t even know
refugee on a banana boat
tell me i’m right, when i’m right or wrong
beat up that p-ssy, no calico
i felt the pain all along, it’s kinda hard to be rational
i keep a stick [?] you was gettin’ so high you don’t know the lat-tude
don’t want a b-tch with a att-tude
f-ck her good, what i got to do
told that lil baby that i’m bout to blow
she say boy just go do what you gotta do
and keep a circle small, hula hoop, cause n-ggas be rats like ratatou’
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