Lyrics

If ah boy play dirty he will notice that we ah turn cold he will notice our blood turn ice Listen to the facts that a me ah put across ah mi ah never lef ah boy fi go escape twice And if ah boy never play safe ah him ah get shot inna e face mi ah shoot when him try apologize They will never know what ah took Dem like a rapture they will see that them car capsized Me feeling like me need gun inna mi crib ah more than mi need gate Anything that pass mi ago shoot it Shot ah just ah penetrate ah boy and lef him pon the ground and later they will realize that ah man a never feel it The finger pon the trigger Ready fi commit ah murder Shotta claiming dema badder gun Dem in front of a neighbor Shooting Dem inna Dem bimma Buss ah bullet fi d faker Faker runaway fi shelter They will know say man ah greater Check the statics and the data Blood turn cold Tragic scene ah unfold If them can't see that them Nuh bold Dem ah the next victim pon the death row sing seh Blood turn cold Tragic scene ah unfold If them can't see that them Nuh bold Dem ah the next victim pon the death row Me an di devil consignment level Fi kill out 30 ppl ina mi circle D devil wan mi use mi hand anuh Di Rifle Mi crack up mi brain Fi mi lyric anuh google Street vybz Me nah matter how di pressure come in mi afi Bullet Me not stonebwoy try messup make me pull it One gun alone yeh mi lift up, mi load up, mi Bullet too straight no chat this legit Me a big general Don't waste time Fi set a big funeral Jah know I don't need your Burial Thug Gad come giddem di serial You can't do my style ca me tuff ina mi lyric 1VYBZ a Di big league nobody call it Comic Dem feel like to talk yet nobody can't Mimic Real big satellite fear me like Covid Dem Nuh bad Yet dem a brag I man ah say that ah none ah dem Nuh bad Can't pull out a gun why you claimed say you bad Black stanner you know this riddim buss mad Blood turn cold Tragic scene ah unfold If them can't see that them Nuh bold Dem ah the next victim pon the death row sing seh Blood turn cold Tragic scene ah unfold If them can't see that them Nuh bold Dem ah the next victim pon the death row
Writer(s): Atick Yussif Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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