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Malie Tricks
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Malie Tricks was released on August 26, 2025 by Shab Don Records as a part of the album Malie Tricks - Single
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Release DateAugust 26, 2025
LabelShab Don Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM97

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Chronic Law
Chronic Law
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Akeeme Campbell
Akeeme Campbell
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Shab Don
Shab Don
Producer

Lyrics

Smaddi head split pan di lane ma li memba
Yo couldn't have six pan yo name
A tobe git out runnin' yo hitch pan di train
Me couldn't say me rich with Smaddi chain
Empty a clip in I beat
When di pussy dem a watch make she piss in I'm face
Everybody know who switch in I place
And a Q-tip that a di chip in I'm ears
Wrap it up I'm a take off and a lift up from Ali
Go do veneers with the more thing just like a bucket of shit
Yeah man we run the parish, touch the gun with up your panties
And me and Squash and Daddy wanna when you come in a this party boy
I go back to you runnin' a bit
Before me say automatic come pick up your body
Me go right at dem plane see dem swell a spit
No man can wipe off my face
Be a rifle rise from your violet
Nineties one done watch your mind game
Begin farm I wanna try brave
Like a king must you see a nice king
Do it
It's too easy for shot you go and listen
I'm sky and suck front a top
Nobody now win lucky this and the valato
Holy flames cause you don't take a gas up
Little boy
Love killer thing, when we are with the team
You did still I imagine
Yeah, we born up with no body, from where we born to the bridge
I'm a juvie but I'm a C-mate, I'm a gun and I'm not a kid
Me know where all our blood clots live
If you don't shut up the club, you don't die in the fridge
I see Manaluka, he's powerful where they never see
A crew full of dead friends don't see the trouble they're in
The hard guy
Empty shell, you have to switch pan, man
When the name is yourself
One life, every day till me
Before me, everybody was dead
Manly, we are pushpins from a cabbie, we are tech
No bad, no inner you, you just have it in a breath
When your friend hand broke, that could have been neck
So I get boxed down and puffed chest
Tell me now
We know Greenwich from Portmore
We know Houston, Texas
We know Rosedale Bronx from your friend Black
Lone headshot
No man can wipe off my face
Rifle gun talk from your violet
Nineties one done, what you mind game?
Begin farmer, won't you brave?
Little chimo, sissy and ice cream
Too easy for shotto
Go and listen to Yamskaya and Sucked Frontato
Nobody now win lucky, this a never lotto
Remember a picture you take when we spot you
Manly, you're a little boy there, God killed me out
Man, I don't know from where the hell you make God send me out
You don't know
Written by: Akeeme Campbell
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