I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet, sap pase, to my zone)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Well, let's get it)
I'm in the field with my Haitians

In the kitchen cookin' curry (whip it!)
30 on me, I ain't worried
With my zoe, you a rat
Cool cat, make 'em scurry (get it!)
Haitan flag on the choppas
Sak pase to all my haitians (se)
My first plug called me Lajan
I run with that pack, Walter Payton (let's get it)
My zoe make the beat, what I do do it? (Whoop)
Dance on the devil like wooo on it (whoop)
Lajan my name and I'm true to it
I run with that red and that blue on me
Haitian priest named Sue
She took a candle and blew
I am a blessing, achoo
Now the devil fear me, what it do? (Slim!)
You niggas hotter than picklese
Schooling these niggas no sesame (Lajan!)
I get dat bread wit dem Haitians, no sesame
I run the game like a referee (true squad)
Why your bitch tryna get next to me
Texting me, tryna give neck to me
Giving her that stroke like I'm dancing to compa T-Vice
She feeling my energy (T-vice)
With my zoes, you don't wanna be my enemy
Show out Zoey and Rob know they feeling me
Treat dem zoes just like, just like fam, boy they kin to me
Listen dawg, you don' barked up the wrong tree
Eat lil' Haitian mami like she's sos pwa
Stella got Grove back, woa na
For that Lajan, boy, I'm ghost, nah
Watch me pull in that ghost (ha)

I'm in the field with my Haitians
In the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan, Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sap pase, to my zoes, well let's get it)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan)
Said I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak pase)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet, to my zoes)

I got zoes in Broward County
I got zoes in Dade County
Grio plate for a bounty
Leave his head on the porch
But you won't hear shit about it
Boi dem zoes move silence
Won't hear a rat pissin' on cotton
Catch yo ass slippin' be quiet
I'm drippin' sauce soup jumu
Hate on my Haitian, why do you?
I see red dot on your forehead
You don't have a blues clue
40,000 for the people
Known the red for the gremo
Some of my zoes, they illegal
I cannot hear and speak evil
Haitian boy swag off the meter
Put that hen in my cup, pass the liter
I'm drippin' swag babko
They fear a young nigga, voodoo
I come through they don't know what do
For his city, Lajan be the truth
I'm like air and they breathing the proof
Off the chains put the lion in the booth
Run up in here be lyin' in the booth
Don't know my zoes boy they troops
Don't want me let dem boys loose
Tied to yo ass like noose
Duck duck you a goose
Chopper singing like flute
In field like a root
Haitian princess in a coupe

In the field with my Haitians
In the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sap pase, to my zoes)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan)
Said I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak pase, to my zoes) Writer/s: Jean-Baptiste Constantine, Keenan Deandre Tisdale
Publisher: Songtrust Ave
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