
Fire Vybz (Crush Grabba) Vybz Kartel
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[Intro]
From Bahamas to New York
From Yarras to Sav
Ah it di yute dem have
[Pre-Chorus]
Yo, dawg, wah gwaan? What's dat?
Mek mi tell you, without tell you a wah
When mi used to gi' trouble as a yute
And mi daddy beat me, a so dis fuckin' hot
Yo, dawg, wah gwaan? What's dat?
Mek mi tell you, without tell you a wah
When mi used to gi' trouble as a yute
And mi daddy beat me, a so dis fuckin' hot
[Chorus]
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, dis hot than di rest a dem
Bun it wid yuh gyal, bun it wid yuh bad bredda dem
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, dis hot than di rest a dem
Bun it wid yuh gyal, bun it wid yuh bad bredda dem
[Verse 1]
No likkle bwoy cyaa bun dis a rass
It brown like mi Clarks and dark like mi heart
Hot like a middle day when di sun a talk
And di fan deevn' on, and di AC lock off
Bombo-rassclaat, weh mi liquor deh?
Casamigos, light up di weed fuss
If a inna Trinidad, mi sip Johnnie Walker
Teacha mi name, Worl' Boss, Mr. Palmer
From Bahamas to New York
From Yarras to Sav
Ah it di yute dem have
[Pre-Chorus]
Yo, dawg, wah gwaan? What's dat?
Mek mi tell you, without tell you a wah
When mi used to gi' trouble as a yute
And mi daddy beat me, a so dis fuckin' hot
Yo, dawg, wah gwaan? What's dat?
Mek mi tell you, without tell you a wah
When mi used to gi' trouble as a yute
And mi daddy beat me, a so dis fuckin' hot
[Chorus]
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, dis hot than di rest a dem
Bun it wid yuh gyal, bun it wid yuh bad bredda dem
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, fire vybz, crush grabba
Fire vybz, dis hot than di rest a dem
Bun it wid yuh gyal, bun it wid yuh bad bredda dem
[Verse 1]
No likkle bwoy cyaa bun dis a rass
It brown like mi Clarks and dark like mi heart
Hot like a middle day when di sun a talk
And di fan deevn' on, and di AC lock off
Bombo-rassclaat, weh mi liquor deh?
Casamigos, light up di weed fuss
If a inna Trinidad, mi sip Johnnie Walker
Teacha mi name, Worl' Boss, Mr. Palmer
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