Rasta Lyrics
Valiant & Countree Hype
Yo, Countree
Yo, Millaweek
Rubup-bup-bup
Man a live like Rasta
No beef, no passa
Air Force white, dawg, snap dat
Fuck dem gyal, don\’t need Viagra
Look how mi look inna mi Gucci
A wah kind a mood dis?
Uptown girl drink up mi smoothie
Seh she know mi a dawg, mi nuh Cupid
1
Get di cup, mek mi gi Alesha more rum
Booze, chain bust down
Nice, mi nice, dawg, mi never yet drunk
But a gyal full a vibes wid her tongue
Ayy, a who dat a stare pon mi?
Cologne scent, stink it, dare pon mi
A hype and a pose wid bruk Barbie
Still a chop eh line so a nuff charges
Man a live like Rasta (Irie)
No beef, no passa (No, no)
Air Force white, dawg, snap dat
Fuck dem gyal, don\’t need Viagra
Look how mi look inna mi Gucci
A wah kind a mood dis?
Uptown girl drink up mi smoothie
Seh she know mi a dawg, mi nuh Cupid
2
\’Bout dem waan ban mi
Yuh nevеr know Babsy a mi auntie (Grange)
Waan mi start bay antics
And show some artist badnеss
A mi change up di game, just admit
Some flow we draw gyal like magnet
Don Julio, mi call up some bad bitch (Uber)
Casamigos mek she drop her panty (Fast)
Man a live like Rasta (Irie)
No beef, no passa (No, no)
Air Force white, dawg, snap dat
Fuck dem gyal, don\’t need Viagra
Look how mi look inna mi Gucci
A wah kind a mood dis?
Uptown girl drink up mi smoothie
Seh she know mi a dawg, mi nuh Cupid
Rubup-bup-bup-bup-bup-bup