Letras
And did you say like, you's a trapper?
Yeah, I don't blame her
Some bwoy do some YouTube sittin'
Dem shakey, dem nervous, have di whole place ah cr-
Listen
What is it?
Like, huh, age ain't nothin' but a number
I was fifteen, she was pullin' on my jumper
Blue jean, white stitch, all on her bumper
Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta
Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder
Lookin' for another lil' prey, she a hunter
Clap like thunder, ay caramba
They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (huh)
She like lean and coke
Checkin' me in my white tee make her soaked, woah
No conspiracy, woke
Wanna get closer to God, take a toke, woah
Will I get clean? Never know
I was seventeen, grab my OZ with my bro
Amphetamine, gotta settle me, what a joke
Will I fly? Will I die? Millions, I don't know, huh
Come to the club like no way
I got Renessy sippin' my Rosé
Backwoods, Indian Xans, and cocaine
She so fine but her brain ain't too sane
Nay Nay sniffin' nay-nay she the bae bae
First day off the cocaine, go cray-cray
I could look at myself right now, like last year I was spinnin' like a Beyblade
Yo, hoes on the same damn mission
They wan' come to the crib on submission
They can't see I'm the king of this shit
Go take that trip to the fuckin' opticians
Huh, sixteen, seventeen, guns and kitchens
Twenty one, turned pop and I ditch 'em
Wet that shit like opp-boy's 'flictions
I don't know 'bout pain and friction
Age ain't nothin' but a number
I was fifteen she was pullin' on my jumper
Blue jean white stitch, all on her bumper
Backpack full of ganja she a Rasta
Smoke, coke, pills make her wonder
Lookin' for another lil' prey, she a hunter
Clap like thunder, ay caramba
They can't never see another me, Steve Wonder (huh)