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Mani Jurdan - RASTA (feat. King Louie) Lyrics



Mani Jurdan - RASTA (feat. King Louie) Lyrics
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Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
444 on clock 1212 on block got it oven hot
Shorties totting glocks blowin like some snot
They don't give a f*ck !
They don't got a lot
So they gotta rob
That's just how they rock
Up that chain & watch everything you got
Mama need the guap
My family not gon starve
F*ck a 9-5
We ain't got it easy so we hustle hard
Spirits of the needy swarm us in a hive
Begging praying need the solace in my god
Can you free me from the traumas in my life?
Be my compass seeking guidance on my path
Knowing nothing but the struggle to survive
See the bigger picture life is a collage
Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Feel it in my soul super saiyan 4
How I'm in my glow
Coming from the go where we cannot go
That's just how it go
All around the globe known for them poles
Man my city cold
Negative below where vibrations low hearts get froze
GDs BDs and the Moe's lords and the 4's
Known to go to war for land that was stole
Send you to the ceiling with the fan and blow
Pray you ain't pray in a land of animals
Don't play they gon spray
Like they working pest control
Day after day it's another funeral
Ex'd In a box mom & pop need to console
Call god can it stop ? But we always left on hold
Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
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English

Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
444 on clock 1212 on block got it oven hot
Shorties totting glocks blowin like some snot
They don't give a f*ck !
They don't got a lot
So they gotta rob
That's just how they rock
Up that chain & watch everything you got
Mama need the guap
My family not gon starve
F*ck a 9-5
We ain't got it easy so we hustle hard
Spirits of the needy swarm us in a hive
Begging praying need the solace in my god
Can you free me from the traumas in my life?
Be my compass seeking guidance on my path
Knowing nothing but the struggle to survive
See the bigger picture life is a collage
Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Feel it in my soul super saiyan 4
How I'm in my glow
Coming from the go where we cannot go
That's just how it go
All around the globe known for them poles
Man my city cold
Negative below where vibrations low hearts get froze
GDs BDs and the Moe's lords and the 4's
Known to go to war for land that was stole
Send you to the ceiling with the fan and blow
Pray you ain't pray in a land of animals
Don't play they gon spray
Like they working pest control
Day after day it's another funeral
Ex'd In a box mom & pop need to console
Call god can it stop ? But we always left on hold
Who want fi rump with the bomboclat Rasta
Yout dem carry gun a turn ya brain into pasta
Jah know mi keep it real mi nah deal with the sci-fi
All truth no lying like a lion mi go conquer
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
Divine time on the watch
Finna blow just watch
Telfar above the crotch
Tell em get up off my crotch
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Writer: Louis Johnson, Imani Hardy
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Mani Jurdan - RASTA (feat. King Louie) Video
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Performed By: Mani Jurdan
Language: English
Length: 3:22
Written by: Louis Johnson, Imani Hardy

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