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To all my fucking enemies Dem underestimate Pussy, dem-a try test mi faith What if me waan fi show the fucking world a better side? What if me waan fi see the war thing and step aside? A no like me cyaan mek no Beretta rise A simple thing fi crack your fucking skull like pepper light See me a easy and never know a so me bad 'Member me roll with the bloodclaat Gully Gad? Diss Jahmiel, pussy hole, you mussi mad Dawg, you know see a sense dem no fucking have? Me try fi build a some pussy a try draw me out Middle day we buss dem head and that draw the crowd A simple fucking thing fi left you marrow 'pon the road Dem love fi chat, we put a shot inna dem horny mouth Spanish Town, just tell some rookie chill Patriotz too bad fi some pussy kill None a dem bombohole deh no start well Dem no bad fi a represent Kartel A-me strength, some bwoy waan live off a Dem never know a instant disaster Dawg, mi get that from mi father Never grow fi trace like no Shebada, ah, ah From Rivoli to Tivoli Tell dem it hard fi get rid a-we Me success a-go mek dem seek a-me Dem a dump, ask Trump or Hilary Notnice, 'member the browning weh you a wife up? You cyaan control her, you give her knife cut True, she have your secrets, seh your like suck Like you nam front artist weh a try buss Inna the gang him a-the tallest man See a group a girl and him waan the smallest one Bombohole, you-a pedophile Ladies, watch your babies, 'cause him will tek your child And next thing From some bwoy go sing 'bout nappy Dem a-think 'bout batty Pussy dem a-try bring down Jahmiel Tell the bleach out fish, try bring down bammy Ha A-me strength, some bwoy waan live off a Dem never know a instant disaster Dawg, mi get that from mi father Never grow fi trace like no Shebada, ah, ah From Rivoli to Tivoli Tell dem it hard fi get rid a-we Mi success a-go mek dem seek a-me Dem a dump, ask Trump or Hilary Notnice, you have your puppet dem-a sing a bag a diss song Tell dem find a fucking hit song and stop sing fiction You see me a seh, man work hard fi this Dem pussy deh cyaan get no hype off a-me, know that You done know a feelings you a carry True me never sign the contract But 'member you did tell me seh me lose me talent, G So weh the badman thing for now Joke this, where were you? Pussy The same thing mek Alkaline cut him off The pussy have a dutty heart, uh, huh Him have no time for bomboclaat this Back to me rassclaat album Unno cyaan fuck up my street creds Dem no great man as a youth weh hold real meds You know? Gunshot inna the freak head, the freak dead Full dem a grains like wheat bread Ah, hahaha
Writer(s): Jamiel Foster, Akiem Javaun Bingham Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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