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Bandit
3,278
Modern Dancehall
Bandit was released on April 4, 2025 by Guzu Musiq as a part of the album Bandit - Single
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Release DateApril 4, 2025
LabelGuzu Musiq
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tommy Lee Sparta
Tommy Lee Sparta
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Leroy Russell
Leroy Russell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Black CM
Black CM
Producer

Lyrics

I rob banks I sell drugs
I kill **** don't play with mi
Wi roll with thugs some heartless killas
Why y'all mad am a goat
Dem waan cow mi dung (Nah, nah)
Gi dem baby a soother, I ate all of your food up
Pull up jump out di coupe leave a hole in di stomach
Getting hot up these bodies I know it's not even summer
**** see mi be shaking I swear Chip Glock, him say mama
I'ma turn up di murder rate, y'all go know I'm a Satan I raise hell on your demons
Send you curse inna legion they spend a mill on your head
And your head I'm coming for nada
Turn this switch to your jelly then I switch it to di camera (Camera)
So tell mi which dude wanna make di news
Which dude gonna get you on everything he love
Which dude gonna sacrifice freedom for a **** which fool (No, No, No, No)
You know what I do I told all my games
And these **** hate they don't know what di fuck they really wanna play (Hmm)
Chicken eggs brawling murder inna middle day
I rob banks I sell drugs
I kill **** don't play with mi
We roll with thugs some heartless killas
Why y'all mad am a goat
Dem waan cow mi dung (No, No)
Mi nuh chase cops so I send dem with di gods
If it ain't murder my second thoughts
My silence so loud now I grow amongst di gods
I learned to stay dumb I ain't speaking to no cops
I ain't no phone I ain't gotta take no charge
New York is in di dark so many killa
Wanna see mi hit di morgue motherfuckers
Got mi growing up my horns bitch don't look like I'm fucking har
Get di Draco and burst it off
Killa on wheeling it, I don't care who you be chilling with I'll be up in your business
My sense of killing my British
I got thorn on your body right now
Wi get in di system somewhere demons around mi
And I can smell di spirit turn on this shit ain't no gimmicks
You know you're here on feet
Mi sick choke make you leave
Di only thing that is real kill or be killed (Kill or be killed)
I rip di head off all your superior
And leave dem pussies are bleeding
(Ra la la la la la la la la, Ra la la la la la la la la, Ra la la la la la la la la, Ra, Ra, Ra, Click Click Bbrapbap, la la la la la la, bullet, Ra la la la la la la, bow, Ra la la la la la la la la
Collect, Collec, Ra Ra, Brrrp, Brrrp, Brrrp)
Hurricane breeze (Brrrp)
Tropical breeze (Brrrp)
Hurricane breeze (Brrrp)
Tropical breeze (Brrrp)
Chip Glock now (Brrrp)
Written by: Leroy Russell
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