
World Cup ft Shyne Popcaan (Ft. Shyne)
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[Intro}
Me nuh know about league, cas we name world cup
And the pussy dem nuh like cas we hotter than thermos
They don't like when ghetto youth for the world up
Weh dem ah go do you now when the benz pick the girl up
Weh dem ah go do you now
[Hook]
Ah we still ah win
Ah we still ah win
We still ah win
We still ah win
Ah we still win
Them girl keep thee black thing shining
We still ah win
Ah we still ah win
Unruly thing
We still ah win
Ah we still ah win
Dem fi know say a world wide thing
[Verse 1]
We still win win
Kingpin of the ink pen
Christopher walking
Walking out of sing sing
500 horses, porches on the engine
Bussing multibillion thoughts and killer instincts
We win, we win
Money pile to the ceiling, ceiling
Bury enemies in the ce-ment, ce-ment
Money, money, money yeah in that sequence
Man I been unruly
Coming on your block with big bad toolies
We don't want to talk when we swing that Uzi
Fuck the DA, the judge and the Jury
We up, we up
These rappers soft like a B cup, C cup
World cup you could never, ever be us
Badman song, wheel it, wheel it
Me nuh know about league, cas we name world cup
And the pussy dem nuh like cas we hotter than thermos
They don't like when ghetto youth for the world up
Weh dem ah go do you now when the benz pick the girl up
Weh dem ah go do you now
[Hook]
Ah we still ah win
Ah we still ah win
We still ah win
We still ah win
Ah we still win
Them girl keep thee black thing shining
We still ah win
Ah we still ah win
Unruly thing
We still ah win
Ah we still ah win
Dem fi know say a world wide thing
[Verse 1]
We still win win
Kingpin of the ink pen
Christopher walking
Walking out of sing sing
500 horses, porches on the engine
Bussing multibillion thoughts and killer instincts
We win, we win
Money pile to the ceiling, ceiling
Bury enemies in the ce-ment, ce-ment
Money, money, money yeah in that sequence
Man I been unruly
Coming on your block with big bad toolies
We don't want to talk when we swing that Uzi
Fuck the DA, the judge and the Jury
We up, we up
These rappers soft like a B cup, C cup
World cup you could never, ever be us
Badman song, wheel it, wheel it
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