Lyrics:
ting
nutnn temporary
seh she waan mi
seh she need mi
juss like a dub pon a reggae
gyal a fit mi
she see me rollin
n a tell mi fi pull over
tek
pussy boy better be luck I wasn't at the club
Cause I would have popped the nigga that tried you (boom)
Just for you I'll drop a dub
Tell that nigga stop
blessings
Hope the paster dont dub my shit
Had a little set back
Stupid nigga tryna get a get back
Tryna get respect back
Even if give I gotta rock a nigga
got money so I'm actin' different
Did it by my lonely, so I never listen
Stay callin' my phone, this lil' bitch, she trippin'
Just leave me alone,
buddy
Mi head plug out fucked up and messed up ih
Quick fi kill quick fi mek a next duppy
Edz up feel say d killa ago leff uh
Drive by pon him endz swear
never found him
If you chillin wit that rat, you look a lil mousy
It's a bounty on his head, what, like $20,000
Let me up it, let me see my killers run in
Yeah, Lil' Tory
Oh no, I'm back, remix killer, oh
Drop that ass on the floor
And come back rotated
Don't be to proud to say I'm your fav'
By now
a lame-ass dub
I miss the days way before I remember
Lighting a pyre just by stoking the embers
Earth wind and fire, never tire of September
So wake me up
INTRO [Korry Deez]
E'rebody ah talk 'bout sound killing
When they dun know, we are original sound killer
Fassyhole you know we
Anytime we start
fi nuh police
And we terrorize the streets, uh
And we do this for real
Never stop we chase wi dreams
Pull up inna the beam and we got it
Bands full up
show you the love
He wants to squash it you know it's a dub, step on that nigga like he was a bug
Im still stuck in the trenches if you live by that
And how can I lack
I was born by myself so I got my back
Ask K Im really on that
Cool and collected you know how I act
32-1 all these niggas is wack
missin round here
I roll wit - straight killers, thug niggaz, and drug dealers
And if they ridin wit me, best believe them my niggaz
As for you bitches,
This is Puppa Richie wid di lyrics ago hit
Branches pon di tree, pon di floor yuh call dem sticks
1980 style, Rub-a-Dub it ago hit
The people in
place, let the priest and pastor by
Bandana covers my eye, I'm scopin through the room
I see killers and thieves, mob bosses and goons
And yet I feel
reaching Far Yh di heights by great men reach And kept cause Bounty killer done Tell you man a superstar
Di same gleaner you end up on di Roadside a sell you
see the city bleeding from the satellites
Formed by the corporate war drums recorded poorly
Dirty dub vamp.
Bruised by the hues of wicked pallets
TwinLife
Fuckistheytwins
I'm with the trappers the killers the thugs
All my dawgs they gon blitz for me
We want the 100s 50s the dubs
Poppin them
a dub you're the one I need
Divine charisma
But her body a killer
(Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah)
Girl I can't stop thinking about the times you were mine
I
account is my pain killer
If you use Netflix, then you are a sinner
Yung Weeaboo got out of prison
I robbed a bank, I got away
Snitched on by a bitch with
the ghetto
Slangin' dub sacks
And I duck when they fly by
'cause Killa Cali' is the state for the drive-by
Caps peel from the gangstas in my hood
Ya
like the President
And like the police I want a gang of killers all on my Side
That's down to lie more crooked that St. Ides rip ride
On my behalf
video pon di telly
My dubs dem reach foreign country
BBC a call wan feature fi Seani B
Too hot too hot
Big daddy Robzilla wid de lyrics too hot
Too hot
Maybe this sound play comin' down by
A man who feel no way
Man, this is Reggae music
You never refuse it (Murderer)
You know, wicked an' crucial
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