Jr Donato - FIFA lyrics

rate me

(Intro)

Aye, aye, Donato

Fifa, Fifa, we kick it

Aye, look, aye

(Hook)

More ganja, more reefah

We kick it, FIFA

She just wanna be down, Moesha

Come set it off, Latifah

Got pounds, got pounds of keesha

I smoke that gas, that stinker

One ticket two ticket

Blue Porsche, red Benjis

(Verse)

Let's get it, see, all I know is get it

I smoke gas, no medji

You find me in yo city

Four seasons with four bitches

I might just call it rickysh

Like whachya doin', call Luigi

Tell 'im bring the sticky

Fuck it, we in it

Bad bitches, don't want no sad bitches

Gimme two cups, I'm sippin'

Don't touch my cup, you trippin'

Them hoes like 'no, he didn't'

Yes, I did, pull up in it

And what that fuckin' busy?

(Hook)

(Verse 2)

I'm finna run up a sack

Pull up on that with the pack

You can smell me from the back

Say you can smell me from the back

Doin' donuts on a black top

I just made wet her lil cat

No, I'm not talkin' no laptop

When you get hit with the Mac

I be so fly, I can't land

I be so high, I can't land

My goons gon' ride on demand

(newcleus(?!) fly on demand!)

They put that cash in my hand

I don't talk nothin' but bands

Want my shit in rubber bands

No crazy color, just tan

(Hook)