Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Conexión Caribeña, artist - Wyclef Jean. Album song Wyclef Goes Back To School Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 07.03.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Heads
Song language: English
Conexión Caribeña |
This a caribbean connection |
Wyclef should’ve won the election |
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria |
This here’s for my boricuas, daddy grew up on Pun’s block |
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock |
Yeah, this one is for Johnny, yeah |
And he used to drive an Audi, he had money like a Saudi, yeah |
Yo quiero mucho dinero, yeah, mi padre fue on Machetero |
Hoodie on like Carmelo, yeah, y mami eres lo que quiero |
Now that I hit 'em with Spanish I’ma go back in my bag, yeah |
I’ma go get to the money and vanish, never come back, yeah |
If I had a million dollars I would probably spend it on Channel |
And I would give my girl a Birkin bag, and she used to wear them Birkenstocks |
I’m a ball player how I work the clock, yeah, yeah |
Fuck generational wealth, I want Arabian wealth |
Got a couple lawyers on retainer they can never take me to jail |
I got a black card and a black suburban that’s a black car |
Walk in to Saks Fifth and I buy all the Gucci duffels, yeah |
I need Migos for the ad-libs, Goyard bags, I’ll buy a couple |
I don’t do no talking, I ain’t into gossip |
In a black Suburban like I’m in the congress |
Puerto Rican and a Haitian rapper |
Yeah, you might’ve thought we was in the tropics |
If you got a problem, we can get it poppin' |
Heard Wyclef is going back to school so I decided to apply to college, yeah |
Yeah, yeah |
This a caribbean connection |
Wyclef should’ve won the election |
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria |
This here’s for, daddy grew up on Pun’s block |
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock |
Sweet dreams are made of these |
She told me just believe |
But why do we die like trees |
Only the make-believe |
Sweet dreams are made of these |
She told me just believe |
But why do we die like trees |
Only the make-believe |
Switch up! |
before you drippy-drippy, litty-litty |
I was smoking Kermit watching Mrs. Piggy |
Seen the boomerang rang before Eddy Murphy |
Seen the stranger things and the wall pulling on me |
Pass the gasolina, the devils seed |
Jesus got the, just smoking haze |
Jimmy Hendrix blamed it on that purple haze |
Thugs crying in the elevator, purple rain |
Wait a minute, came to play |
House party, bring the molly |
I got ziggy, sticky-icky |
Is he richy, shut up white boy, kill the pussy |
I still pack a man like I’m AC-DC |
This a caribbean connection |
Wyclef should’ve won the election |
Oh, by the way, fuck FEMA, they ain’t help my people, yeah, after Maria |
This here’s for, daddy grew up on Pun’s block |
Where they witnessing the gunshots, from New York and I Milly Rock |