Jamaican Rum Punch ft. That's Deep Lyrics

What we sipping on

Yo Deep, what we sipping on

Step up in the spot and I go insane

I don't need a man to wing

I do my own thing

I pull up to the shorty

And I spit my game

Like what's your star sign

What's your middle name

And even if she there with the nice curves

A likkle attitude and I kick her to the curb

See I was raised on the basic principles

You always gotta show respect

If it's gave to you

Like if you got a man

Let it be known

Don't disrespect me

Cause I seen you on your own

Cause I'm only coming with the realness

If I was famous

I swear Rihanna would feel this

This shit is always factual

If you got it back to blow

You can call a Nigga

I'll be there just like that you know

You say you bisexual

I say that's impeccable

You can get your friend

It's going down like digestibles

You know I'm the next to blow

Break her down dissectible

When I seen these shorties

Used to freeze up like a vegetable

I got some testicles

Pull up to a chick

I grab a mom that's a step though

But I won't stop young Nigga

Sipping on that rum

Got me feeling like I'm sprung Nigga

Baby girl I always rep Jamaica

St. Lucia sprinkle a bit of Playa

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

Couple shots of that shit

Got me fucked up

Yeah, and she stuck up

I still brought her to the crib

Got a nut bust

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

Got me dancing on the floor

Man, you know what's up

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

I think I had a little much

I had too much

I may have had a little much

Might have a little more

Spilling liquor to the floor

Hope no cops come through the door

Everybody chasing hoes

Man like me I'm chasing dough

But today we came to party

So might have to switch the flow

I'm here for a good time not a long time

Pull up and we go straight in

Don't like long lines

Shorty fell in love

I think I gave the wrong signs

Debating should I bring her to the crib

Confines tryna ball like combines

Ain't got hoop dreams

But I was going crazy

Back on them youth teams

Now we trapping in the studio

With two screens

Put my right hand up to God

With the Saints Drew Brees

But I won't stop getting it, yeah

And I won't stop sipping it

Jamaican rum punch

In my cup got me sweating kid

I don't dance

But right now a Nigga feelin it

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

Couple shots of that shit

Got me fucked up

Yeah, and she stuck up

I still brought her to the crib

Got a nut bust

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

Got me dancing on the floor

Man, you know what's up

Yeah, Jamaican rum punch

I think I had a little much

I had too much

I think I had a little much

I had too much