Real bad, man ah demon, two pretty gyal fi mi seman Ride pon dem ends wid d new gun Pretty sneakers wuh mi bring down Gyal say mi bad like England Lips an d toes n d thing land
No matter where I'm at, I'm always lookin' through my third eye Young turnt nigga, she say that what she need up in her life I don't gotta rush I do this shit, I take my time Ain't fuckin' with these hoes, they ain't my type, they half a dime Put them niggas in a line, we gon' knock 'em all down You a never catch me slippin', that how that last nigga died You know I'm made for this shit, you could see it in my eyes Ready to cross a nigga out, we ain't never making ties (ddot cold as a motherfucker, on god) Real hitter, trap nigga and a bad bitch getter If I hit the yard, I'm runnin' round tryna stab niggas But I came too far, I can't even go back nigga Know we slimed 'em out, come and get yo lick back nigga
Soldat Bondié vini nou fer cass Nou dans meme lacour mais nous pas dans meme classe Mo pas la haut toi moi mo pas enba si Différent couler sa ki rane nou mazik Aller geter capté! Mauritian artist >Pas d'compte à rendre aller allume la zik Met bafoul à fond -Dans loto la J'suis le good man qui fait peur aux bad gyal Chht chht chht Ouais j'connais des badman
l'll never liken myself To a man that fights against impossibility That's a little too ostentatious for me l'm trying to react like lassie l've falling and can't get up Because of the love of brandy l'm russell hantz with two vetoes You can't use finders keeps when it comes to survival
