Russ Millions Buni, YV, CH – Reggae & Calypso Lyrics (Remix )

Russ Millions, Buni, YV, CH, GAZO - Reggae & Calypso remix [Lyrics]

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Russ Millions, Buni, YV, CH, GAZO - Reggae & Calypso remix [Lyrics] — Russ Millions Buni, YV, CH – Reggae & Calypso Lyrics (Remix )

Russ Millions – Reggae & Calypso Lyrics (Remix ) below:

[Intro: Russ Millions]
(Ay, J1 the flames)
How you tryna hide this?
(YJay made this)
Ahaha, ahahaha
(Chee on the beat)
Yo, if I share this Insta, you’ll sound stupid, man
(Josh)
Yo, yo

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[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through

[Verse 1: YV & CH]
Too bad, gonna burn it again
I just hit your one, it don’t make no sense
‘Cah that bitch got me swervin’ again
I got bail, one time, made her senseful again
See me, I ain’t a normal tug
I ain’t talkin’ wass, I just corn in them
Bro just would’ve have war with them
Tryna tell you who the trigger, keep evil friends
Got your shorty tryna roll with me, and
Killydem when I make man de-camp
Hit your bitch right where you sleep at
And a yute, I will take your B-gat
Expensive, know the affended
Arch it and bend it
Grab on extension
Not did I mention
That it get dripful
Take your girl rental
Why we go mental, why?
Never bought me a Canada Goose or a Moncler (Woo)
Man got a heat from the street ‘cah I’m from there (Su-wee)
Throw up your 2’s or P’s if you’re from here (Ay)
Man think he cleared ‘cah he just bought Moncler (Yah)
Pinch boy made your girl tip-toe
Spilled that juice like wine, no Calypso (Yuck)
M splashed that, left pavement like Vimto (Yuck)
Popped that door then popped it like pimple
Cuta boutique, that’s kinda my taste (Taste)
The bats are on wire, fire on blades (Blades)
Can’t forget crims, I can’t forget face
J22 got life in the cage
If Chase did the snitch, I would’ve said “Chase”
C-H still on PB estates
Cute and petit, that’s kinda my taste
Two hands on her waist
Control her like Drake (Control her)
[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through

[Verse 2: SwitchOTR, Gazo & Rose Real]
(Aye, yo, mhm)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (She dance)
Carni time, she wiggle to soaker
Mexican one, she bad
Spicin’ it up, man give her the salsa (Spice)
Don’t give a badman chat
Whack with the pole, man give him Corona (Whack, whack, whack)
What’s with the vibe right now?
Send me the addy, I will slide in an owner (Ay, send me-)
Rumours that I ran form somebody
‘Fore sacked, I ain’t ran from nobody (Never)
Times change, why the hell now she call me hunny?
‘Cause she saw me on the tune with Russ and Buni (Haha)
Don’t care how many man I bring (Ah-ha)
Bring in the heat like it’s all in spring
Oh, she nice, let me try my ting
She winked and gave me a cheeky drinker
J’déboule en BSB, j’déboule en Céline
Vide mon Glock et j’grick, paw
Pull up sous filtré, lean, splash
Laissez mes opps dans big flaques
Fais le fou que quand c’est au ‘phone
Mais t’es différent quand t’es plus dans ta zone
Nan, confiance en personne
Gros, ça connaît armes comme dans Warzone
Eux, c’est des snitchs, ils ont même pas d’hood
Revends des kil’, revends par beaucoup
J’m’allume au shit, smock ma Backwood
Smock ma *cought*
Eux, c’est des snitchs, ils ont même pas d’hood
Revends des kil’, revends par beaucoup
J’m’allume au shit, smock ma Backwood
Smock ma *cought*
I rolled back in the day how I did them niggas (Ha, ha)
You walad, man, you must be triggered (Facts)
If you really wanna catch this get-back, don’t blame him, got wheel for swimmers
Can’t lie when I push his head-back, man get back in auto dingers (Facts)
Man ride with the shh in a passy, get hit like Ricky when he caught that driller
[Chorus: Russ Millions, Buni, YV]
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Feet)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through