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Stefflon Don - 16 Shots (Official Video)
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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Vocals
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Fred again..
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Gibson
Frederick Gibson
Songwriter
Stephanie Allen
Stephanie Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
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Fred again..
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Lyrics

No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada Put body inna pot dem ah bun like grabba No boy can diss me or my mother 'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah Rah-ta, rah-ta Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah Yuh coulda be badda than a Kingstonee Diss my mother then your skin start bleed So don't bother mess with my mommy With my mommy, with my mommy Baby, tink you bad, say ya badder than she If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat Rap on, pop off, make you move like freak They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy They gon' put hands on a chick They gon' put hands on her Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada Put body inna pot dem ah bun like grabba No boy can diss me or my mother 'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah Rah-ta, rah-ta Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah Diss my mother you know You gonna be madder than Bryant, Kobe Diss my mother then your lip won't speak So don't bother mess with my mommy With my mommy, with my mommy Jah really think you bad, say you badder than me If things a-go start tonight, you won't sleep Pop on, cut off, make ya look like creep Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be They gon' put hands on a chick They gon' put hands on her Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada Put body inna pot dem ah bun like grabba No boy can diss me or my mother 'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah Rah-ta, rah-ta Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah Get one shot if dem tink dem a man Get two shot if dem feel dem a don Get three shot if dem tek mi fi eediat Get four shot, this a copper shot, know that Get five shot fi anybody what think dem hard Straight, head tump, ya must drop If you hear, rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah Bullets gon' hit you wherever you are No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada Put body inna pot dem ah bun like grabba No boy can diss me or my mother 'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta Ta-ta, ta-tah-ta Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada Put body inna pot dem ah bun like grabba No boy can diss me or my mother 'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah Rah-ta, rah-ta Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah
Writer(s): Frederick John Philip Gibson, Stephanie Victoria Allen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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