Letras

A wahum to some duppy bat? Bloodclaat dead tonight Trust me Body outline chalk out From them decide to bloodclaat walk out Wah dem ah talk 'bout? Yo Another sleepless night while the yout dem-a tucked in Not sure, but I'm waiting for something I bun weed while I'm anticipating 'Cause every time I see the sunrise, it's amazing Speechless, no long talk for the enemy They wanna bury me, say no more I told wifey, "Forget about day job" Bet, that's cool, cuh you love when things are paid for Number one breadwinner, but you know I don't love money Sign contracts, yeah, I get blood money Killer contacts whenever I get drug money Private school for the youth paid for-, 247 when I scheme and plot To the smell of good food, yeah, steaming pots There's never been a day when this feeling stops (Somebody a-go dead, say no more) Looking for who? Looking for what? Haha, hmm I beg dem cross the line Cuh everything rise up Dawg dem deya when I smile up Body bag pile up Flat-line Payback Too late, nobody could've saved that Addicted to coke and the fuckery Now look, family are shoveling the grave that Somebody should've hollered him from morning For how he was talking, I said, "Don't say that" (Run into the net and got caught, peppered up, no salt) Shouldn't have thought he was a maniac Hmm, now your wifey's a widow Another man's gonna be sleeping on your pillow Gunshot erased ya from anyone's memory Just 'cause he thought he was rough like a Brillo Pad No apologies, the mandem ain't preeing that Dress up inna black 'cause you know say it's that time No mercy, manaman are giving that Gonna be a guaranteed flatline No mercy, man leave the crime scene clean So, you're never gonna know who done that crime Conscience clear, even some man are evil Bally back on time for the school run, on time Friendly neighbourhood mercs man Roll out for the family, I'm always gonna back mine Dawg dem have always got a worse plan Cuh we specialise in organised crime Wait 'til they walk out What dem a talk 'bout? We've never been hard to find Cuh everyting rise up Dawg dem deya when I smile up Body bag pile up Flatline
Writer(s): Dominic Tarasek, Marc Anthony Veira Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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