Hot a fire
It a burn them higher
See it
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Roll me splif
Light it up
And smoke one puff
And take a breathe
Building the bars
And catch ei pussy to prison
All of a sudden
Them a talk bout badman
Them is not
Put on me jacket
Tucked in the matick
Shot a beat up face
Like the rain from the magazine
You get easy erase from the place
All a unu try teste me
All a the gyal falla me
Buss a Sixteen
Bombohcalrt
Watch how you step to me
Me favorite color purple
Everyday me carry rifle
Tell a bwoy fi carful
Bea gun man Me parl with
Inna me circle
A nuff a them claim them a Don
Them no have the basics
Unu wan go check it out
Wanga Lee know how me start this
Me no practice
Me have it and me got it
A nuh nothing fi me rise it up
And cock it up and lock it
Get bup inna your head
And body drop and blood a pop
The shell a spend
And burn your whole scale in to ashes
Without a matches
Hot a fire blazing
No bwoy could a style me
Me have the 40 Pon me like me DNA
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
One inna your head
When me pull up ah ya gate now
{Gun shot}
Head top right deyh suh
F*ck him up
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
Me push me lyrics Back and front
Like me cutting out grass
Me style a burn
The whole place into ashes
Real Gyalish
Them gyal a love how me style a gwan
Me make them skin them teeth
Me dweet, me dweet without retreat
Whole heap a gyal a call me
The romantic idol
Some say me addi diva ordinances
Inna philander
Me give them the grotesque sexual compact
When me step in me hit the G spot
Me keep the Infrared and Bible
Under me pillow
Before me go to bed
Me pray to GOD before the gun a load
Have a bagga bitches run the program
Me just a puff a smoke
Gyal a cock it up and ball
She say she wan fi swallow
Tuck in cocky
Buss it inna her mouth
She haffi swallow
No gyal me f*ck inna me bed
Have another man fi fallow
Me f*ck a gyal make neighbor
Envision me through window
Cuz Me full a missionary style
Dem can't control me libido
You could a run up
Bwoÿ, you a go done
No bother f*ck round with me
Go scort free
Shot a hitch up on your chest
Make y'all stop breathe
Change your sleeping position
Me nuh go give you a creep
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Hot a fire
It a burn them higher
See it
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Roll me splif
Light it up
And smoke one puff
And take a breathe
Building the bars
And catch ei pussy to prison
All of a sudden
Them a talk bout badman
Them is not
Put on me jacket
Tucked in the matick
Shot a beat up face
Like the rain from the magazine
You get easy erase from the place
All a unu try teste me
All a the gyal falla me
Buss a Sixteen
Bombohcalrt
Watch how you step to me
Me favorite color purple
Everyday me carry rifle
Tell a bwoy fi carful
Bea gun man Me parl with
Inna me circle
A nuff a them claim them a Don
Them no have the basics
Unu wan go check it out
Wanga Lee know how me start this
Me no practice
Me have it and me got it
A nuh nothing fi me rise it up
And cock it up and lock it
Get bup inna your head
And body drop and blood a pop
The shell a spend
And burn your whole scale in to ashes
Without a matches
Hot a fire blazing
No bwoy could a style me
Me have the 40 Pon me like me DNA
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
One inna your head
When me pull up ah ya gate now
{Gun shot}
Head top right deyh suh
F*ck him up
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
Me push me lyrics Back and front
Like me cutting out grass
Me style a burn
The whole place into ashes
Real Gyalish
Them gyal a love how me style a gwan
Me make them skin them teeth
Me dweet, me dweet without retreat
Whole heap a gyal a call me
The romantic idol
Some say me addi diva ordinances
Inna philander
Me give them the grotesque sexual compact
When me step in me hit the G spot
Me keep the Infrared and Bible
Under me pillow
Before me go to bed
Me pray to GOD before the gun a load
Have a bagga bitches run the program
Me just a puff a smoke
Gyal a cock it up and ball
She say she wan fi swallow
Tuck in cocky
Buss it inna her mouth
She haffi swallow
No gyal me f*ck inna me bed
Have another man fi fallow
Me f*ck a gyal make neighbor
Envision me through window
Cuz Me full a missionary style
Dem can't control me libido
You could a run up
Bwoÿ, you a go done
No bother f*ck round with me
Go scort free
Shot a hitch up on your chest
Make y'all stop breathe
Change your sleeping position
Me nuh go give you a creep
It a burn them higher
See it
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Them a no badman
No
Them a no badman
Pull-up inna them yard
Bwoy over act and
Even in exile
Them love how me sound and
If unu give me space fi do me thing
Me nuh go hurt ya
Roll me splif
Light it up
And smoke one puff
And take a breathe
Building the bars
And catch ei pussy to prison
All of a sudden
Them a talk bout badman
Them is not
Put on me jacket
Tucked in the matick
Shot a beat up face
Like the rain from the magazine
You get easy erase from the place
All a unu try teste me
All a the gyal falla me
Buss a Sixteen
Bombohcalrt
Watch how you step to me
Me favorite color purple
Everyday me carry rifle
Tell a bwoy fi carful
Bea gun man Me parl with
Inna me circle
A nuff a them claim them a Don
Them no have the basics
Unu wan go check it out
Wanga Lee know how me start this
Me no practice
Me have it and me got it
A nuh nothing fi me rise it up
And cock it up and lock it
Get bup inna your head
And body drop and blood a pop
The shell a spend
And burn your whole scale in to ashes
Without a matches
Hot a fire blazing
No bwoy could a style me
Me have the 40 Pon me like me DNA
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
One inna your head
When me pull up ah ya gate now
{Gun shot}
Head top right deyh suh
F*ck him up
Niqqaz wanna try
But them Lust off all gun
Me no give a f*ck
Cuz me have nothing fi give ya
Me push me lyrics Back and front
Like me cutting out grass
Me style a burn
The whole place into ashes
Real Gyalish
Them gyal a love how me style a gwan
Me make them skin them teeth
Me dweet, me dweet without retreat
Whole heap a gyal a call me
The romantic idol
Some say me addi diva ordinances
Inna philander
Me give them the grotesque sexual compact
When me step in me hit the G spot
Me keep the Infrared and Bible
Under me pillow
Before me go to bed
Me pray to GOD before the gun a load
Have a bagga bitches run the program
Me just a puff a smoke
Gyal a cock it up and ball
She say she wan fi swallow
Tuck in cocky
Buss it inna her mouth
She haffi swallow
No gyal me f*ck inna me bed
Have another man fi fallow
Me f*ck a gyal make neighbor
Envision me through window
Cuz Me full a missionary style
Dem can't control me libido
You could a run up
Bwoÿ, you a go done
No bother f*ck round with me
Go scort free
Shot a hitch up on your chest
Make y'all stop breathe
Change your sleeping position
Me nuh go give you a creep
Writer: Felix Tinkorang
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid