Jr Donato - FIFA lyrics

(Intro) Aye, aye, Donato Fifa, Fifa, we kick it Aye, look, aye (Hook) More ganja, more reefah We kick it, FIFA She just wanna be down, Moesha Come set it off, Latifah Got pounds, got pounds of keesha I smoke that gas, that stinker One ticket two ticket Blue Porsche, red Benjis (Verse) Let’s get it, see, all I know is get it I smoke gas, no medji You find me in yo city Four seasons with four b**hes I might just call it rickysh Like whachya doin’, call Luigi Tell ‘im bring the sticky f** it, we in it Bad b**hes, don’t want no sad b**hes Gimme two cups, I’m sippin’ Don’t touch my cup, you trippin’ Them hoes like ‘no, he didn’t’ Yes, I did, pull up in it And what that f**in’ busy? (Hook) (Verse 2) I’m finna run up a sack Pull up on that with the pack You can smell me from the back Say you can smell me from the back Doin’ donuts on a black top I just made wet her lil cat No, I’m not talkin’ no laptop When you get hit with the Mac I be so fly, I can’t land I be so high, I can’t land My goons gon’ ride on demand (newcleus(?!) fly on demand!) They put that cash in my hand I don’t talk nothin’ but bands Want my sh** in rubber bands No crazy color, just tan (Hook)