Lyrics

) Hey you wanna be bossy Yo post mart come test yo possy Dem a gwaan like dem a bad man in a the streets Mi know seh dem a claffy You wanna be bossy Postmartom yo possy Bad fi yo likkle friend dem pon yo endz But man know yuh a claffy () Umbra, none a unuh nah run the street Nah run the street Claffy gwaan go sleep Nah run the street Nah run the If a no me who else a go dweet Nah run the street Nah run the street Da broom yah a no fi sweet Nah run the street Yow a problem when mi start pop off (1) Other wise from Bolt Alkaline run the place Hold a corn yo waan taste hi Nothing fi fold more than a leaf Yo try fi page mi The corn weh yo get it no suh fakie Andrew Black Myrie is another word fi crazy Head a fly plat up head Bajie Wonder if a the cut in a yo face meck yo suh feisty Supn rice when it likkle gravy Suh wi queng dem, queng dem Old time badness nah go work go tell yo friend dem Queng dem, queng dem Man nuffer than any man weh dem have a defend dem Queng dem, queng dem A bay lowlife scumbag man a fi mi friend dem Wi queng dem, queng dem Wi queng dem (Repeat) (2) Man a sheller, sheller anyweh mi go Bomb up anyweh mi tep hi no Me nah leave nor forsake yo Hi lodge in a yo vessel dem hi no Bun head bwoy mi done talk Satan tell yo Ready fi spend, spend, spend Put the coin full in a yo pocket Piggy bank one a clap hi anytime yo ready Suh wi queng dem, queng dem Old time badness nah go work go tell yo friend dem Queng dem, queng dem Man nuffer than any man weh dem have a defend dem Queng dem, queng dem A bay lowlife scumbag man a fi mi friend dem Wi queng dem, queng dem Wi queng dem (Repeat) (Repeat) (Repeat)
Writer(s): Darren Jack, Andrew Myrie, Earlan Bartley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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