Imagine - Bakersteez

Move from yah so wid dat

Fucking Jamaican rapper

Yuh nah get nuh gyal

And yah dead fi hungry

Hear dat

Dem wish

They treat me like a king now

Imagine if I had a bust down

Skating round town

In a drop top with the top back

How does that sound, young nigga

All Baped up from the lace up

They hate us

They hate us

My pockets on XL

Got these bitches, still waitin' to exhale

Birds in the back chirping like Nextels

With the paint job lookin' like wet nails

Patek Phillipe say that’s too much sauce

Copping shit for days and still don’t know the cost

Poppin' tags on brands that they cannot pronounce

Don’t call me up when I’m fucking your spouse

I still do shit like that now

Imagine if I had a pocket full of pounds

Young nigga with the tall stacks

Bussin' rubber bands off of tall racks

Suicide doors on the coupe flip

Suicide doors on the coupe flip

Suicide doors on the coupe flip

Suicide doors on the coupe flip

Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling

Star I’m the villain, Star I’m the villain

Chillin' with yo bitch dawg

Cuz I’m rich dawg

Cuz I’m motherfuckin' rich dawg

Got these fuck niggas pissed off

Imagine the watch is Phillipe

And the pool it be flooded with hoes

VVS on my neck, on my wrist

They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Imagine the watch is Phillipe

And the pool it be flooded with hoes

VVS on my neck, on my wrist

They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

(Hey yow yow hey)

When di dawg seh «bust down»

If oonu neva know

It mean one bag a diamond «everglow»

Gal a seh him a di man

It mek him head a grow

Just seh di word, wah between di leg a show

«Who dat nuh like wi?»

Wi still a mek chedda' though

And every weekend wi fucking up another show

Highway, drop top, mek di leather show

But drop top nuh work wid bad weather though

Suh wi keep di weather good (great)

Everyday a sun dada

Wi dawg dem fool, everyday a gun dada

Pussy dem a chat but wi still a count dolla' (cash)

How wi ago fuck off di whole a dem gyal ya

Bloodclaat, mi likkle bredda tun rapper

Run lef' di pussy dem pon dem track ya

Glorious be to the Most High

King Selassie I, whop dem Jah Jah

A long time dem a try buss (iron balloon)

Now Steezy a buss and dem a cuss

Now di gyal weh yuh love and yuh trust

She a hide and a try run di pussy pon us

Now wi enemy list a full up

But di bank account dem a full up

Every man weh a hustler respect a hustler

When this play yuh fi pullup

Oh

Imagine the watch is Phillipe

And the pool it be flooded with hoes

VVS on my neck, on my wrist

They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Imagine the watch is Phillipe

And the pool it be flooded with hoes

VVS on my neck, on my wrist

They like: «Look at that young nigga glow»

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Bitches they see me they know

Niggas they see me they know

Flex on a hoe

I bet if my watch is Phillipe and she roll with her friend

I can flex on them both

You know how it go

It’s a pity that niggas don’t wanna see me

Riding through the city

I’m pulling all of the biddies

Bitches love me

Got your bitch all up in the crib

Pull a foreign, pour her heart out in the whip

Now I got a Rollie

All the bad bitches, now they know me

The bitches I’m fucking amazing

Just look at the ones that was fucking the old me

I’m in the two-door chillin' Rolls

Niggas don’t know who in it

Lil niggas looking

Like this is the life

Young nigga

Got stars in my ceiling, got stars in my ceiling

Star I’m the villain, Star I’m the villain

Chillin' with yo bitch dawg

Cuz I’m rich dawg

Cuz I’m motherfuckin' rich dawg

Got you fuck niggas pissed off