Paroles de la chanson SUMMER FRUITS (NA NA) par Koffee

Hey, hablamos or la man
Weh mi say? Call up yuh papa and yuh
Tell dem all fruits ripe, strawberry and ba (Oh, I yo)

Lemme tek it dung to di farmer
Where we got pounds and acres of marijuana
I got a thousand places a coulda show yuh
Down (Oh, I yo)

Mi casa hotta than a sauna
So we gwaan chill and relax 'pon this savanna, ayy
Checkin' di flora and di fauna, woah (Oh, I yo)

Police wan' mek uno nuh gwaan-a

Yuh nuh see a big sound string up ya 'pon di corner
Said we a keep di peace and we nuh need no bad blood on ya
No (Oh, I yo)

Accra Ghana to Punta Cana
We big up all places in every region, yeah
And every song in every genre, oh (Oh, I yo)

I'm from di rock, dat's where mi born-a
I keep it cool and collected, yeah, mi calmer
Still mi a run di place, yuh woulda think say mi a don ya, bro (Oh, I yo)

Lady, hey, guess weh, Americana
Where di big drums beat, and they go, "Ra-pa-pam" ya, oh

But mi have never been inna drama, doh? (Oh, I yo)

Lyrics a chop like a katana
Dem a say mi bad from Sammy did plan di corn, yo
And dem a claim me have it pluck, and neva corn, bro
Now (Oh, I yo)