Cheese

By Skeng

Released on November 26, 2021

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[Intro]

Aye, gunman

Yow, Rvssian them

You done know we dealt with the badness different


[Verse 1]

Excogitate 'cause the money man a meditate

Fling a hundred milli down 'pon the plate

Tell me friend them gwan 'pon a holiday

Three bitch in a the Benz van like everyday

Ramp with me money little boy, then me aggravate

Send couple mad dawg well fi go clear the gate

A millions outdoor 'pon a daily base

Rich badness, so the Ratty gang operate


[Chorus]

Yow, a anything them want fi do

Them can't get fi do it 'cause we a lock the street

From Spain Town gone Glock Bush

We a hunt fi the cheese 'pon the line a the least

Have couple head banger there yah too

Weh a rub up in a oil and a tear down the place

If you look, a bare beast there a foot

Jerome never tell a lie 'pon the game you idiboo weh you a do


[Verse 2]

Hustle and we been a pram push

Make the money fast and we never act stush

Buddah say fi knock it out a the hot tool

Set a rule, you will dead from me dawg them fool

Wha' you a do?

We no work nine to five, a the truth

But gwan do your thing and watch it follow through

From the grass root, now a to the star man a shoot

If you wan' know how me dweet just gwan go ask Coop


[Chorus]

Yow, a anything them want fi do

Them can't get fi do it 'cause we a lock the street

From Spain Town gone Glock Bush

We a hunt fi the cheese 'pon the line a the least

Have couple head banger there yah too

Weh a rub up in a oil and a tear down the place

If you look, a bare beast there a foot

Jerome never tell a lie 'pon the game you idiboo weh you a do


[Verse 3]

It's another money transaction

We no mark man, load up the millions

Navaz and Sinnaz just a do the action

Shacko make a one call, connect up e one don

Say fi send nuts man 'pon the operation

Have we Rasta a wait in a seven-seater

With couple Asian a clean up the paper

Yow, a straight to the top like elevator


[Chorus]

Yow, a anything them want fi do

Them can't get fi do it 'cause we a lock the street

From Spain Town gone Glock Bush

We a hunt fi the cheese 'pon the line a the least

Have couple head banger there yah too

Weh a rub up in a oil and a tear down the place

If you look, a bare beast there a foot

Jerome never tell a lie 'pon the game you idiboo weh you a do