Lyrics:
Me got a wifo
When shit hits the fan
She is like riffle
She wanna get high high like a kyto
Wake up in the morning
She want a tittle
She already know
Riffle with d telescope semi
Leff de block like de beach
So shelly
Tek dem 3 points, score heavy
Stomach shot lef dem wid no belly
Shoot off head like how
Hydro red up mi eye ball
Buss mi head like ah riffle
Hydro rise up mi IQ
So mi boil and sip it sometimes burn it
Di whole ah deep jungle ah burn it
I preconceive
Just look behind you
And I gazed
Riffle, riffle, box, riffle
Tempting my fate
Troubles of life
Safely at home
Making a move before
riffle (Ey, ey, ey)
Pull up in yo hood
With my benz all black
I got no problems to pay my tax (What)
I'm always number one
I can never be last
The haze got
As I walk through the city of gold
I live my life so the truth be told
I need a riffle the streets is cold
Streets is cold in the city of gold
As I
torn by a sun that shine
The ice that made him walk on water
Love within a riffle
Your bible don't seem forever
Don't the chimes change your ways?
Love
the bitch an uber driver, Hello
I killed my riffle twenty four, they say I'm suicidal
I might come turn up your trap
I got star power
I might get you wet
Triple r real recognise real
Know who you are
Cause real recognise real
Shoot for the star
No riffle
Came from far now its official
Its official
get blood sport
Riffle a tek dem life like oat
Ano sea side inna blood you a float
Mi rise up e hot tool e nuh sidung an cool
Teach dem a lesson
Pull up
Aye
Demons be hiding
Sliding
Words is the Bullets we firing (Yah)
You know the Bible a riffle
Die to myself my flesh is a rival
I gotta get
bambi tozikiza
Kiddandali gwenno bambi tozikiza
Nzize nakyookya gwe sazze kusaaga
Silina mundu nze mbakuba riffle
(pa pa)
Hit ku hit nze mbakuba
Ballin on you niggas like I'm Micheal
Imma shoot my shot just like a riffle
She gone bust it open like a Bible
Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm Mhm
behind mi back(dem no like we)
Cant trust no one
Everywhere mi go mi wanna keep a strap
Get gunshot in your focking heart
Boy dead
Rise di riffle high
Him
Bands
Brr, boi
Grr
Heard she want a shooter, aight, cool
I'ma put you on the 'Gram, go viral
I'm in yard, hand gun with a riffle
Everything's
Yow Delly (eeeh)
Ah bare riffle dem dong a get kick wid
(long time)
Worse mi go get ah new ting from liquid (wha)
Mi have a 12 gauge wey name chesta
clappin', mi lass dem fi choppin'
Me trick him, me trap him, di riffle dem whop him
Him run but dem drop him, him choking, him gappin'
People ah run out
wi die fi thirst
Suh mi stick by mi self
Wid mi gun fully load
And do road
Like mi join di purge
Nuh time fi curse
Mi lift up mi riffle first
Slam one
battywash ting a clean riffle bwoy too
Excuse me
You nuh si how mi body look right
And you know seh mi pum pum tight
Nuh man nah get it and sneak weh inn
Jimmy Jimmy
He Say Jimmy the Pig
Verse 2
Tell Jimmie Kill a Nigga He gone say Him or ME
Riffle stay ready Jimmy loose in these streets
Better Put
Man a badman me a tell you seh me nuh fuck around
A full clip anytime when me touch a road
Riffle mek some pussy gwaan fi touch di ground
People dead
awake wid the riffle a gun play fully one law bima pon the run way if a war you whant we na complain tigi stack the million a so the funs stay you deff!!!
no riffle (No riffle)
Say,
You can't test this sound (This sound)
You can't kill this vibe o (Big vibe o)
You get guns, no riffle (No riffle)
Say
Money
Diamond on me light show pull up with a riffle eh dat boy psycho baby call me maestro cooking in the kitchen call that shit sadistic yeah this shit
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