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
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 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
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 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
 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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 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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