Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Lajan, Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Sak kap fet, sak pase to my woes)
I'm in the field with my Haitians (Well, let's get it)
I'm in the field with my Haitians
[Verse 2]
In the kitchen, cookin' curry
Thirty on me, I ain't worried
With my zoe, you a rat
Cool cat, make 'em scurry
Haitian flag on the choppers
Sak pase to all my Haitians
My first plug call me Lajan
I run with that pack, Walter Payton
[Verse 3]
My zoe made the beat, what I do to it?
Dance on the devil like war on it
Lajan my name and I'm true to it
I run with that red and that blue on me
Haitian priest name Sue
She took a candle and blew
I am a blessing, achoo
Now the Devil fear me, what it do?
[Verse 4]
Young ****, hotter than picklese
Schooling these ****, no sesame
I get that bread with them Haitians, no sesame
I run the game like a referee
Why your bitch tryna get next to me?
Texting me, tryna give neck to me?
Give her that stroke like I'm dancing to kompa, T Vice
She feeling my energy
[Verse 5]
With my zoes, you don't wanna be my enemy
Shout out Zoey and Rob, know they feeling me
Treat them zoes just like fam though, they're kin to me
Listen dog, you done barked up the wrong tree
Eat lil' Haitian mama like she's sos pwa
Still I gotta groove back, whoa naw
For that Lajan boy, I'm ghost nah
Watch me pull up in a Ghost
[Verse 6]
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
(Sak pase, to my woes, 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 fe to my woes)
[Verse 7]
I got zoes in Broward County
I got zoes in Dade County
Creole plate for a bounty
Leave his head on the porch
But you won't hear shit about it
Boy, them zoes move in silence
Wanna hear a rat pissing on cotton?
Catch your ass slipping, be quiet
I'm dripping sauce so jumu
Hate on my Haitians, why do you?
I see a red dot on your forehead
You don't have a Blue's Clue
Forty thousand for the people
Known the red for the gremo
Some of my zoes, they illegal
I cannot hear 'em speak evil
Haitian boy swag off the meter
Put that Henn' in my cup out the liter
I'm dripping swag babko
They fear a young ****, voodoo
I come through, they don't know what to 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 here and be lying in the booth
Don't know my zoes, boy they troops
Don't want me let them boys loose
Tied to your head like a noose
Duck, duck, you a goose
Chopper singing like a flute
In the field like a root
Haitian princess in a coupe
[Verse 8]
I'm in the field with my Haitians
In the field with my Haitians
(Lajan, Lajan)
I'm in the field with my Haitians
(Sak kap fe)
I'm in the field with my Haitians
(Sak pase to my woes)
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 fe)
I'm in the field with my Haitians
(Sak pase to my woes)
Written by: Jean-Baptise Constantine, Keenan Deandre Tisdale
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