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[Intro]
All right

[Chorus]
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face

[Bridge]
Natural child, terrible child
Not your mother’s or your father’s child
Your our child, screaming wild
An ancient lunatic reins
In the trees of the night
Ha, ha, ha, ha

[Verse]
With hunger at her heels
Freedom in her eyes
She dances on her knees
Pirate prince at her side
Stirring into a hollow idols eyes

[Chorus]
Wild child full of grace
Savior of the human race
Your cool face[x3]

[Outro]
Do you remember when we were in Africa?

[Verse 1]
I’m still on your Netflix
Girl I know you love me
Even though your parents
They don’t fucking trust me
They probably alright though
I know I’m an asshole
No reply to all your texts girl I do you mad cold

[Pre-Chorus]
Like you’re just
Dying to drive but you can’t find the keys, now
Looking for God but you’re down on your knees, I’m
All that you want but not what you need girl why…

[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me?
Why do you love me?
You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me

[Verse 2]
All your friends tell you they hate me
God I’m fuckin’ shady
Couple weeks ago they were inside my sheets naked
Club, so you can Snapchat
Titties out to snap that
I know that you do that shit just hoping for a snapback

[Pre-Chorus]
Like you’re just
Dying to drive but you can’t find the keys, now
Looking for God but you’re down on your knees, I’m
All that you want but not what you need girl why…

[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me?
Why do you love me?
You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me
Oh

[Bridge]
Why do you need me when you know you don’t need me?
It’s tearing you apart
I leave you broken and shaken
And you still call me baby

[Chorus]
Tell me why do you still love me?
Why do you love me?
You know you shouldn’t love me
Yea you still love me

Light that up man whats happening, uh hah!

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Well it’s fro twentie and I gots to drive through my neighborhood for some Cold Fro-T-5 What love for a hustler, liqour store breefin move quickly everybody beefin Cold Fro-T-5 two zig zags two car ????? with expired tags liqour store empty getaway parking just incase bullets start barking I flirt with the fine hoes then I crack jokes with the wineo’s I know where the Cold Fro-T-5 is at in and out liek that 20 seconds flat money on the counter buy this warm I can get shot if you take too long I ride it around the corner and throw it in park fo the sherrif swim up like a shark (Nearr) Close the gate and hope out the car start back selling my caviar whats up my plastic cup my stero turned all the way up

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Rough expression on my face why do I like that nasty tast mabey its why I like to buzz don’t get who you is or who you was I like to cruise the avenues when smokin weed and havin brews let all four of my windows down pound the gorund with my OG sound
I got warrents and the shit ain’t fun when you getting handcuffed on a liqour store run (Goddamn) got pretty women every one and a brother can’t help but stop and stare at eye’s lips teeth hair breasts thighs dairy air I she do or don’t I still feel good walking by

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Remeber that night I seen yah dog drunk ass hell in senior frog
Hug my neck shake my hand smoke that blunt with afro man hit that bong play my song play it on repeat all night long it went plantuim overseas and gold in the states got a new album with hella tour dates got my own label mr mix on the turntables of if your a true fan you can go facebook dot com backslash OG Afroman eightythree shady g you too k my facebook page but I took your lady with me I rap the best I rap west I even took money from the IRS

Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5
We going to the park after dark
And smoke that tumble weed
Cold Fro-T-5, Cold Fro-T-5
Baby, Cold Fro-T-5 five (Hell I love ya baby)

Everybody, everybody, everybody, everybody
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
Just wave your hands in the air
And waive it like you just don’t care everywhere
If your not going home till your drunk and high Let me here you say oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah) oh yeah (oh yeah)
When I say smoke Marijuana (smoke Marijuana) smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) everybody say smoke Mari Marijuana (smoke Mari Marijuana) when I say hy you say dro hy (dro) hy (dro) buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy now cars and house I might not own bad old brother on the microphone I drink it all day I drink all night don’t worry about me baby I’m be alright buzzin buzzin buzzin buzzin like a bumble bee don’t want no body to bother tipsy travel like a gypsy tipsy travel like a gypsy

(Intro)
A J Icon Production
yah!
Mi have a frien’ name M.O.N.E.Y
anytime mi caan find it know mi cry
Some people dem still a ask why
Hear why

(Chorus)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon mi money and mi money pon mi mind
Well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon mi money so mi money pon mi mind so mi nuh have no problem

(Verse 1)
Memba mi coud’n have a million gyal
No, If mi neva have no money inna mi plan
Neva have no house an nuh car nor no lan’
An neva have no bike an no big pretty van
Yow from money become mi right han’
Every gyal wah put it on pon the don
Mi gone bout one thousand gyal since di new year
an as mi walk out mi just fin’ one

Well mi an money a flex my lord
The amount a gyal
from all over the worl’ dem want mi fi marry my lord
Yow, cause a we run the place my lord
Hey, we have money
Everywhere we go a pure gyal a drop at we feet an a bawl my lord
Hey, mi nuh inna wah dem inna
all who a bruk bread look out fi bulla
yuh turn the place unnuh look out fi yulla
Oh look pon wha some man wah jump inna
So, bowacan mi nuh inna wah dem inna
Tell namacan mi nuh inna wah dem inna
Say Tommy Brown mek mi gain every dollar
Thats why say mi a tax man
So mi tell you say

(Chorus)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a “Y” at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind
well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” with a “Y” at the end
So mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem

(Verse 2)
Memba mi coud’n have a million gyal
No, If mi neva have no money inna mi plan
Neva have no house an nuh car nor no lan’
An neva have no bike an no big pretty van
Yow, from money become mi right han’
Every gyal wah put it on pon the don
Mi gone bout one thousand gyal since di new year
an as mi walk out mi just fin’ one

(Bridge)
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a Y at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a M with a Y at the end
With mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a “M” With a Y at the end
So mi min’ pon min money and mi money pon mi mind well mi nuh have no problem
My real frien’ name start with a M with a Y at the end
With mi money pon mi min’ so mi nuh have no problem

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Tommy Lee Sparta and rapper BakerSteez burn down the building with their new banger “Propane.”

The track was produced by Anju Blax for UIM Records, who produced a number of hits for the Mobay deejay. Most of you are already familiar with Tommy Lee Sparta, but for those of you who are not so familiar with BakerSteez, he is a rapper from Kingston who has been linked to Konshens label Subkonshus Music. Last year he released his Topman EP and is currently working on his next project.

“I do this for a beach house on the north coast, OJ / Stacking the bricks cargos, she love the drugs, narcos / Doing wells like Fargo, strip a whole grab you pawn show / Making the money precipitate watch how I make it evaporate,” BakerSteez raps over a trap beat. Sparta takes care of the catchy hook.

Listen to “Propane” below.

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