Sri Lanka

Lyrics for Sri Lanka

One, two, yeah, yeah, check it out, yeah Yo, Sri Lanka, I'm doin' well there Bitch from Bel-Air named Bianca Every time I link with Hemi, we be sponsorin' Lames only see me when they meet me at the concert Beggin' for a plus, rappers be on suss They just mad it's 'bout to bust and we on a cuss Shawty think she can do better than me, must be on dust I turn that bird to an ex like Elon Musk Yo, I be eatin', I'm the Pac-Man, me, I move the Pack man Roll around with Pack mans, my man got the strap, man He pack a knack in the back, man, I've been that, man Don't know how to act, man, yo, that's a fact, man Me, I just rap, man, I'm like Hugh Jackman I'm a Hugh Jackman, damn, that shit slack, man Jugi give me that, man, this verse is a rap, man No cap, Queen's back on the map I do what you can't, they screamin' out my lines like the Wu-Tang Shawty that I'm messin' with divine like I'm Hugh Grant, I'm too Ant Used to stand in line for some food stamps, a true tent Chillin' in the ride, bumpin' boot camp, your droogs damp Your motherfucker use a entree Don't try to little brother me, dawg, I ain't Vante Smack up your kids, choke your mother Have a hundred goons outside your crib lookin' like the Yoakins brothers Afghanistan, that's how I tally bands I blam your fam, a week ago, hand to hand I'll shoot the dove, we could go man to man A handsome man in the jungle with the rangatans Y'all know Hemi, jazz and sashimi Shorties call me dreamy and steamy when they see me I eat linguine and my man Lamborghini Make the money Houdini and some drip like a genie Yo, I was dusted, reading map textbooks Yo, my right hook better than my left hook Yo, they ain't white hoods, they can't see my checkbook I'm in Red Hook, cookin' fish, I'm the head cook You don't wanna take bonga, let's eat tunda I'm comfy in the tundra or in the rotunda I'm summer humid, listenin' to Sun Ra Yo, I bring the dunda, I make your ass nunga