Levelz ft. Byron Messia Lyrics

Levelz ft. Byron Messia - West Bank Records

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WestBank Record, Yo Killa

YungSpliff On Da Track, Ztekk

What ya know bout drugs money?

Neck Full ah Karat, what do bugs bunny

Money up like HushPuppi, 5 grand ah day, ah live luxury

And these streets nah no love for me

Me nah trust ah gyal, me ah she fuck buddy

Free up Killa inna custody, young millionaire

Yuh coulda work for we

WestBank, every rifle ah let off

And d K them ah spray like spray starch

fi ah boy face tek off

Send ah private plane fi me take off

Couple ah mi dawgs them ready fi roll

Real bad dawgs like Al Capone

Yuh fi pray to the Lord if you make it back home

Wrist full ah diamonds, Neck full ah gold

Tеll them ah Levelz to this

Pockеt full ah greens like ah herbalist

Them ah say we ah d God but ah no Church ah keep

Bare famous bitches wah fuck we off, we nah love it off

And we money tall

Tell them ah Levelz to this

Ah big pussy them, Papa Dan say fi load up d Uzi them

Say them full ah gun dawg, but ah who give them?

Them know me ah them nightmare

Ah mi hurt up them migraine

Squeeze pon d matic and ah buss it, Boof

Bout them ah wife ah bitch but me ah fuck it

One up inna d head where me ah tuck it

Cruise inna the Range while she ah suck it

We deh Colorado, big up d Order

Me blaze the llama pon an informer

We ah d plug like USB charger

All who nah like we, go suck ya mother

No boy can knock me deh

Don't give ah fuck what ya got to say

Cause yuh body affi move like andele

Boy them ah run like 1 relay

Go fi d opps today, rifle ah beat like Dr. Dre

Walk with d broom and that we use

Fi go clean up yuh house pon Saturday

WestBank, every rifle ah let off

And d K them ah spray like spray starch

fi ah boy face tek off

Send ah private plane fi me take off

Couple ah mi dawgs them ready fi roll

Real bad dawgs like Al Capone

Yuh fi pray to the Lord if you make it back home

Wrist full ah diamonds, Neck full ah gold

Tell them ah Levelz to this

Pocket full ah greens like ah herbalist

Them ah say we ah d God but ah no Church ah keep

Bare famous bitches wah fuck we off, we nah love it off

And we money tall

Tell them ah Levelz to this, mhm ah levelz too

WestBank, every rifle ah let off

And d K them ah spray like spray starch

fi ah boy face tek off

Send ah private plane fi me take off

Couple ah mi dawgs them ready fi roll

Real bad dawgs like Al Capone

Yuh fi pray to the Lord if you make it back home

Wrist full ah diamonds, Neck full ah gold