Lyrics

Yo, yo Red Boom Yo, yo Mi change mi name and change di game (yeah man) Full a flow and full a style like Baby Wayne (yeah man) Know mi ting, mi gyal dem hot like baby pain (yeah man) Bobby Lane nuh baby lane, mi use di rifle, clear di main and clap it Shoulder nearly sprain but bear the pain (yeah man) Big Tree mek pussy fear mi name (yeah man) Rob who? Every weh mi wear mi chain (yeah man) Wave di K, pan di nozzle crazy flame Dat a smoke like Craven A Strike Force, clear di way, yeah man Assassin seh dem mad, what a sin Wah dem know 'bout shotta thing? So mi box him wid di matic and just buss up Fatta chin Box a grain, friend a lift up Who dat? (Aladdin) Clip inna di choppa brim Rifle wid di strap ah swing Copper shot mek Fatta slim Like him join a proper gym Is a stone dat man a fling? Yo, Old Harbour attack him Clip dem ram like when Beenie and Bounty a clash a Sting Ah one voice di alien (yeah man) Lyrics sweet like bun inna di pastry van (yeah man) Thief mi style and den dem d'even shake me hand (yeah man) Rise e K, di hand clap it dem hear it slam, make it jump like Capleton Yuh n'affi ask dem fear di Don (yeah man) Rifle Arabian mi shoulder brace it pon (yeah man) Belly big, you know di drum wul 81 (yeah man) We nuh like gun thief brake him hand Clap it fast it nearly jam (Bow bow) Baby Cham, (Yeah man!) dat nuh Sasco Di choppa just ah chop suh through di window ah di Axio Fidel Castro heat ah clap suh like di choir singing gospel Man tougher dan a Mack truck Have a gyal ah get mi cock suck (yeah man) Nuh true me locks up mek yuh think mi rifle 'top work Di red, di green, di gold deh pon di 90 and di back bruk You know how di ops go put a duppy pon di astro Di game change from main change to Govana from Ablo Easy nuh Didi-Don we run di road like mini van One talk a hundred rifle like we stock di gideon 60 tall like skinny gog, left dem holy synagogue Yow don't get Billy mad, stinga militant wid di mag Mek di rifle giddy up (yeah man) Screw up yuh face alright me drill e up (yeah man) Genna-Genna wet di gyal dem kitty up (yeah man) Man ah bad from Bogle ah zip it up, weh di 90? Lift it up Yo, rev it 'til it buck (yeah man) Yo, Jayds fi dem wife ah fi we slut (yeah man) She video call and ah seh she miss e fuck (yeah man) Buy di house and grill e up, stack up e milli up Bruk again, not even mi gyal nah see me bruk (yeah man) Ah weh you seh man? Didi-Don ah weh you deh man? Yuh deh ya? (yeah man) Deh ya like Gregory Messam pon di left flank (yeah) Just go tek a second, go charge mi weapon (yeah) See bare man wid camera dawg, ah weh dem deh pon? Red Boom 4th Gen 4th Gen Strike Force, yeah Yeah Bomboclaat, yuh deh ya? Weh you deh man? Me just ask weh you deh man Ah, me deh yah dawg, yeah, man
Writer(s): Sheldon Ricardo Aitana Lawrence, Romeo Clevinston Nelson, Ricardo St Patrick Gowe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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