INTRO
Yo Board box
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
All the top beat, top freak run like athlete
Shot a break bone and a pop teeth
Mi gun organize like Backstreet
Rifle clap sweet, dem flow like Didi pon a rap beat
Boy eye close eye lock sleep, heart stop beat.
Life gone and yuh nah get fi gap fi it, mi left body fi the cops see it
Round that drop sheet, mumma bung belly can't stop weep
Send fi me gun, yeah the K wet lef skeleton
Rose Heights man dem a stub out the Remington
When me knock it me see the nozzle catch a fire
So me cold it
My matic, five a clip, 45 a kick, bullet inna face fly through eye socket
Body bulge wid ice bucket
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
Kill dem rifle mi buss inna boy head, no par wid hand gun
Out a yuh mouth the bomber drop tongue
Mumma see rifle tall and bawl and drop dung
Slide through, chop it pot boy me walk dung
The pussy never get fi start run, long nozzle 4.4 Maggi start thumb
When dis a walk out dem see body start jump
Shot a fall like rain and blow pot dem, rifle clap more pon dem
More problem, Madden come load up dem
Must see the red and white and feel say a Santa
No a the chip weh a come from the lancer
Mi shut out with the red light Thompson buss out dem out
Lef smaadde fi the johncrow
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
Jop Evil Christmas Video (MV)
Performed By: Aidonia
Length: 2:18
Written by: CHRISTOPHER JACKSON, FREDERICK WRIGHT, ROMEO SEBASTIAN NELSON, SHELDON RICARDO AITANA LAWRENCE, ROMEO CLEVINSTON NELSON
Aidonia - Jop Evil Christmas Lyrics
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INTRO
Yo Board box
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
All the top beat, top freak run like athlete
Shot a break bone and a pop teeth
Mi gun organize like Backstreet
Rifle clap sweet, dem flow like Didi pon a rap beat
Boy eye close eye lock sleep, heart stop beat.
Life gone and yuh nah get fi gap fi it, mi left body fi the cops see it
Round that drop sheet, mumma bung belly can't stop weep
Send fi me gun, yeah the K wet lef skeleton
Rose Heights man dem a stub out the Remington
When me knock it me see the nozzle catch a fire
So me cold it
My matic, five a clip, 45 a kick, bullet inna face fly through eye socket
Body bulge wid ice bucket
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
Kill dem rifle mi buss inna boy head, no par wid hand gun
Out a yuh mouth the bomber drop tongue
Mumma see rifle tall and bawl and drop dung
Slide through, chop it pot boy me walk dung
The pussy never get fi start run, long nozzle 4.4 Maggi start thumb
When dis a walk out dem see body start jump
Shot a fall like rain and blow pot dem, rifle clap more pon dem
More problem, Madden come load up dem
Must see the red and white and feel say a Santa
No a the chip weh a come from the lancer
Mi shut out with the red light Thompson buss out dem out
Lef smaadde fi the johncrow
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
Yo Board box
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
All the top beat, top freak run like athlete
Shot a break bone and a pop teeth
Mi gun organize like Backstreet
Rifle clap sweet, dem flow like Didi pon a rap beat
Boy eye close eye lock sleep, heart stop beat.
Life gone and yuh nah get fi gap fi it, mi left body fi the cops see it
Round that drop sheet, mumma bung belly can't stop weep
Send fi me gun, yeah the K wet lef skeleton
Rose Heights man dem a stub out the Remington
When me knock it me see the nozzle catch a fire
So me cold it
My matic, five a clip, 45 a kick, bullet inna face fly through eye socket
Body bulge wid ice bucket
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
VERSE
Kill dem rifle mi buss inna boy head, no par wid hand gun
Out a yuh mouth the bomber drop tongue
Mumma see rifle tall and bawl and drop dung
Slide through, chop it pot boy me walk dung
The pussy never get fi start run, long nozzle 4.4 Maggi start thumb
When dis a walk out dem see body start jump
Shot a fall like rain and blow pot dem, rifle clap more pon dem
More problem, Madden come load up dem
Must see the red and white and feel say a Santa
No a the chip weh a come from the lancer
Mi shut out with the red light Thompson buss out dem out
Lef smaadde fi the johncrow
CHORUS
When dah rifle yah buss the Christmas hot like Summer
50 caliber a spray like shower, blood a run a run out of boy body like water
Boy run inna dah gun yah
Oh no a nah jingle bell rifle a sing like Christmas choral
Blood a run like sorrel inna dead man a empty the barrel
Writer: CHRISTOPHER JACKSON, FREDERICK WRIGHT, ROMEO SEBASTIAN NELSON, SHELDON RICARDO AITANA LAWRENCE, ROMEO CLEVINSTON NELSON
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network
Copyright: Lyrics © Royalty Network