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t.y. - rasta music lyrics

[phone conversation: t.y. and b.g.]
b.g.: how the beat go?
t.y.: it sound just like a lil rasta beat, ya heard me like one of them –makes beat with his mouth– like one of those
b.g.: (?)
t.y.: yea ya heard me but that b-tch sound cool
b.g.: yea, alright alright alright

[verse 1: t.y.]
b-tch i’m doing me
it ain’t hard to see
my brother roddy said he rep that 1 behind the 3
dreads in my head got the people watching me
fly clean back n-gga they plotting on me possibly
on a come up quick
everything we ever spoke on man we done that sh-t
love was high, before she even put the cone to her lip
f-ck that lacking all my n-ggas always stacking them chips
jlr getting rich
i’m a walking l!ck, say these hoes don’t do that sh-t
my fingers thick, cause i forgot my grind a b-tch
son of a gangsta, i don’t f-ck around with you n-ggas
over that paper, i turn into a wig splitter

[chorus: t.y.](x2)
and b-tch i’m getting money, and i ain’t never hating
dreads in my head people thinking i’m jamaican
smoking on this herb got me looking like a asian
jets up over b-tches i ain’t worrying bout you baby

[verse 2: young roddy]
and i was posted with my partnas
burning on that ganja
got money in my closet hope the feds will never find it
got a white b-tch from milwaukee, she look just like madonna
i swear shorty be wilin’ she won’t f-ck without no condom
gimme brain she give me knowledge
though she never been to college
was hungry like a hostage now i’m shining like a diamond
see t.y. that’s my brother from another momma
and if he ever need me sh-t i might just catch a hommie
i know a chick named (?) -ss so fat this chick can’t hide it
i p-ssed her to my brother time to see if this hoe bout it
they said i’m always quiet, that’s cause i’m always plotting
rest in peace to d wee, b-tch free my n-gga p.g

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