Prasa Leaves Lyrics

I sip the liquor like it's medical

Me, a few Derry gal

Slew dem that didn't want it back then wanna get it now

Professional bad guy when the show money hits

The only thing I got is a cold shoulder for a tief

Note was opening the stick no love in the city

Robin Isle breaking rocks bagging up the Whitney

Since that cease and desist I lean back steak greens and chips

Blue cheese on the dip

Whiskey iceberg bitters a seasonal spliff

Twist of the citrus bump the kaas up bear witness

I'm the motherfucking baas in this district

Sicks bitches in the cut six vixens getting twisted

Jim Beam and the adcodol

I sniff coke and breathe alchohol

Bansah baby Jake taking baby steps

You make a threat we get it shaking like FAS

Can I get a vodka tonic please? Make it a double

Cos I'm trying to make it shake like my money tree got Prasa leaves

Back and forth from the drop and go

So strung out I had to stop the show

Sex, drugs, rock and roll

Get the pocket swole

Blow in twenty twenty with a new twenty twenty better optical

It's all about the game and how you play it

Yeah you've heard it all before but you like the way I say it

Doing dirt all day lay awake at night and then replay it

Got a bouple balamaris on a bike and then relay it

Luister net I've been fly since grade five folding paper jets

Ghostface with a little Lou Bega yes

Doing bits in a sixteen sega flex

Next day hit the hammy doing kuite next

Six shots tequila then reload em

Don't need to make a circle bigger to show them

If you didn't know then

I'm trying to move these kg's like a glow cleanse

Can I get a vodka tonic please? Make it a double

Cos I'm trying to make it shake like my money tree got Prasa leaves