Lyrics of 'Tropicana (part. Byron Messia)' by Rvssian

Oh-oh, oh-oh
Rvssian
Oh, hey, yeah, hey
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Amg rolllin' up (rolllin' up)
Everywhere mi go, gyal keep showin' up (showin' up, yeah)
Bare liquor keep pourin' up)
And bare gyal foldin' up, ah, ah
Mi just mix Louis v with the new Prada
Every girl ah say mi sweet like tropicana
All these likkle boy jump like we playin' hopscotch
Thirty inna clip, it go, ra-pa-pa-pa
Catch a opp on the spot, he got ra-ta-da
Poppa got the choppa, I go, pa-pa-pa
Touch gyal and [?]
I'm gon' assume that body, ba-ta-dun-da

When you bad, you just act
Dem ah pree non-stop
Gyal, the money can't stop
(No, no, the money can't stop)
With the amiri backpack
(With the amiri backpack)
We gonna jump on your block (on your block)
Brand new whip, [?] full of shots
[?] Ah jump (ooh, ooh)
When the rvssian and [?] pull up in a drop top, uh

I so [?]
Have a new side bag with the fire to fit
Bare gyal say ah [?] make her quit up the [?]
Mi ex gyal say that mi ah dog shit
But she still want the dog visit
Glock for a quick trip
With man I pour shots inna clinic
Inna she pussy where mi stick it
Gyal livin' whiter than [?] stick there
Straight [?] speed and mi fill up mi cargo
Gstd, be [?], wells fargo
[?] On their block, Tuesday like cargo
Tap inna di twin turbo in the [?]
Gyaldem want shots, pour henny, gyal ah act bad
Mi dawg dem reach for the Glock
But that's just champagne pop

When you bad, you just act
Dem ah pree non stop
Gyal, the money can't stop
(No, no, the money can't stop)
With the amiri backpack
(With the amiri backpack)
We gonna jump on your block
Brand new whip, [?] full of shots
[?] Ah jump (ooh, ooh)
When the rvssian and [?] pull up in a drop top, uh