Stefflon Don, Kojo Funds - Take Off lyrics
[Stefflon Don, Kojo Funds - Take Off lyrics]
Uh, Don
Just touch down pon a dinner date
(Had to take you somewhere nice)
I'm sitting with Drake
Heard bitches got mad when the Don came
New money coming through, baby, make way
I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard
(Nothing dem ah do) but dem love talk
I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark
Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart
And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing
Left in the barrel
Gyally gon' sing like they
Singing Christmas carols
Ain't no gyal that be realer than me
Made it out the hood where
My niggas killing for P
KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free
Mad ting, my own family
Try turn against me, that's a sad ting
But I won't cry, fuck 'em
Never trust 'em 'til I die
They ah problem but I'm problematic
Look but never try
Yo, they hate me for helping dem
And it hurts when I think
About the ting still
Cah' they move like I ain't come
Up off the same meal
Like I don't know how bagging
Up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Swear this shit's real
Stay down 'til you come up
Stay down, yeah, I stayed trill
Money in the bank, cash in the till
Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hill
I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay"
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side
Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem, look pon my eye
Got the real Killy, dem on my side
Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic
Bitches want war, bring the devil
Let 'em back it claiming they ain't shook
Why they shaking like my rabbit?
Cah' they know I'ma buss like
Niggas do black magic
Anyhow this bitch slip like
Nipples on Ms janet
Whole squad gettin' robbed like
Kim did in Paris
London back to Brum Brum where mi come from
From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island
Yo, ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song
Beat my chest like a drum
Watch the whole ah dem ah run
Duppy dem push dem off a bridge
Like mi push mi pen
Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again
Mi nuh 'fraid a dem
Badmind ah kill di pussy dem
Fuck di whole ah dem
Cah' mi rather dead fi hunger
Then walk and beg friend
Bitch, I'm lit, hundred milly shit
Dweller on my wrist
I'm a boss, if I ain't eating
Then none of you niggas shit
How you hate me? It's crazy
I still don't understand
I'm yuh fuckin' little sis
What happened to gang, gang?
Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag
Jet lag
At the same damn time, I had to bury my dad
Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold
But far from an arsehole
Walking through the valley in
The shadow of death
Vampires tryna suck me from the
Back of my neck
There ain't no power in your tongue
So you can't block my step
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay"
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side
Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem, look pon my eye
Got the real Killy, dem on my side
Oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swear this shit's real, yeah
Like I don't know how bagging
Up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yah, yah, yah, yah
Rhymes
Just touch down pon a dinner date
(Had to take you somewhere nice)
I'm sitting with Drake
Heard bitches got mad when the Don came
New money coming through, baby, make way
I don't know why these gyally wanna act hard
(Nothing dem ah do) but dem love talk
I'ma show dumb hoes how the ting spark
Shots fresh compressed aiming for your heart
And I'ma pop 'til there's nothing
Left in the barrel
Gyally gon' sing like they
Singing Christmas carols
Ain't no gyal that be realer than me
Made it out the hood where
My niggas killing for P
KKK, Kings Killing Kings for free
Mad ting, my own family
Try turn against me, that's a sad ting
But I won't cry, fuck 'em
Never trust 'em 'til I die
They ah problem but I'm problematic
Look but never try
Yo, they hate me for helping dem
And it hurts when I think
About the ting still
Cah' they move like I ain't come
Up off the same meal
Like I don't know how bagging
Up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Swear this shit's real
Stay down 'til you come up
Stay down, yeah, I stayed trill
Money in the bank, cash in the till
Properties, I'ma bill pon Jamaican hill
I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay"
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side
Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem, look pon my eye
Got the real Killy, dem on my side
Don't panic, Don got the auto to the mattic
Bitches want war, bring the devil
Let 'em back it claiming they ain't shook
Why they shaking like my rabbit?
Cah' they know I'ma buss like
Niggas do black magic
Anyhow this bitch slip like
Nipples on Ms janet
Whole squad gettin' robbed like
Kim did in Paris
London back to Brum Brum where mi come from
From Jamaica to Kingston dat ah mi island
Yo, ah mi a di King Kong, dem ah sing song
Beat my chest like a drum
Watch the whole ah dem ah run
Duppy dem push dem off a bridge
Like mi push mi pen
Sendin' shots, tell 'em come again
Mi nuh 'fraid a dem
Badmind ah kill di pussy dem
Fuck di whole ah dem
Cah' mi rather dead fi hunger
Then walk and beg friend
Bitch, I'm lit, hundred milly shit
Dweller on my wrist
I'm a boss, if I ain't eating
Then none of you niggas shit
How you hate me? It's crazy
I still don't understand
I'm yuh fuckin' little sis
What happened to gang, gang?
Yo, it's mad, but I'm focused on a bag
Jet lag
At the same damn time, I had to bury my dad
Bitch, I'm bad and my heart cold
But far from an arsehole
Walking through the valley in
The shadow of death
Vampires tryna suck me from the
Back of my neck
There ain't no power in your tongue
So you can't block my step
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I see dem pussies straight fire, ya ya
Make them bloodclaats scream, "Ay ay ay"
Gimme the place, give me the time
Big up di Killys dem, yes, by my side
Yeah, hee, oh ay, yah yah
Straight shots through the sky-y-y (Oh oh oh)
Badder than dem, look pon my eye
Got the real Killy, dem on my side
Oh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
(yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Swear this shit's real, yeah
Like I don't know how bagging
Up a brick feel
Before I signed this big deal
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah yah, yah, yah, yah
Rhymes