Rock Out Jamaican Talk song by YoungBoy Never Broke Again from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap, Gangsta Rap, Trap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
Rock Out Jamaican Talk Meaning
| [[Intro] What you know? (Suede, this my shit) I was jus collin’ [Verse 1] Diamonds they shinin’ inside of my mouth, I smile I blind ya (I blind ya) I come from the North with them niggas who ’bout it You play, they gon’ pop ya (Pop ya) Police try to hang us like pinatas Everything up (Yeah), ain’t no average party with models [Chorus] Ain’t no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shotters And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon’ pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians, oh, I [Verse 1] Oh my Dredren, them pussy boys don’t want it, wagwan (What up?) You pussy boy, you bomboclaat, inform it, where? We pop one Oh, I’m a real Don Dada, that .40 mop somethin’ I killed every nigga that evеr played, except onе, the bitch could run Shoot and slump him from the car (Bah, bah, bah) Ain’t got nobody to say sorry to but my God And, bitch, I’m still that same nigga in a cop car (Ayy, 4KTrey) In central booking, screamin’ out “I came through swervin’,” nigga, put me in my cell with my bond That dope was soft, I made it hard, nigga, ask Von And I won’t never see my nigga again ’til I’m forty-one I’m thanking God, was playing bumper cars with both of my sons Toys from Walmart, Draco hollerin’, “Hulk Smash,” you know he dumb, let’s go I visit Grandma grave for to let go of my pain None of my boys grew up in the house with me, after all, I do feel shame AI my name After everything, God know I wannna be a man My baby mamas, they play games, they lucky I can’t buss they brains And that’s on Dump, nigga, ’cause ain’t no love in my heart All this shit’ll make another nigga fold, but I ain’t change from the start I could hit the bitch from up the street, you know I’m accurate with darts War wounds in my head and even my feet Put your life inside, ain’t no court (Rest in peace) , [Chorus] Ain’t no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shotters And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon’ pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians, oh, I [Verse 2] Ann archana, ala mishkila And I’m stuck up in alarm, all day I’m dreamin’ Got mob idols in my head, thinkin’ like a demon If the pussy bitch ain’t dead, that mean I ain’t seen him I’ma let him talk to God, I go far, this ain’t no façade Don’t tell Draco, Kamari, or Kacey no stories with me and war ‘Cause daddy gotta talk to the Man above who control all our heart And daddy been sufferin’ from all his pain, but he remain a star I ain’t gotta talk about the money that I’ma leave, but it’s a lot It’s somethin’ like plants, they can grow in seas, it’s somethin’ to make a spot But, I’m just talkin’ from the heart, you can excuse me now And when I’m gone, just know I ain’t gone I’m on side you slime (And, that’s forever) [Chorus] Ain’t no pussy up in who? He gon’ rock out He got a bracelet on his leg, still housed with shotters And I’m so fly, you think I flew, we gon’ pop out I go to talkin’ like Jamaicans, connected with them Haitians, oh, I] |
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- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for Rock Out Jamaican Talk?
This lirics prodiucer by DJ Suede The Remix God.
- Who is credited with writing the music and lyrics to this song? Rock Out Jamaican Talk
Rock Out Jamaican Talk lyrics song is written by YoungBoy Never Broke Again & DJ Suede The Remix God
