Lyrics:
need of me
Don't talk of the costs
With a mouthful of wasps
Time is up, so let them all fly
Up in the sky.
Yes, I was taught among your kind
By drilling
She love me, she say love me
I don't need her
A bad girl, she a good girl she a keeper
A hot girl, I'm a bad man
I'm a cheetah
I'm fast man,
me
Right to my rotten bones
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome
me
Right to my rotten bones
Well the bells ring out for the crimes of the century
By courtesy of your mother
The signs reads welcome
I hope you get, a bad taste in your mouth when you say my name
Well that's fine by me ain't nothing changed
I'm sure you'd love to hear my sweet
Galvanise, man a top dog with the pan clip
Brixton on the asphalt with the bad chick
Seffi score in a belly something like hat trick
Badman you love
And part of his upper torso
Every night wasps bite into the stem of a plant, lock their mandibles into position
Stretch out at right angles to the stem
lost control here
Living free
I left my soul there
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp
Some
in half
And then had shit hangin' by a flap of skin
After he tried to plant the shit back on the mat again
Pad to pen I'm batty like eyelids when
on the loose, let ya pockets out
Got trick niggaz watchin' your caboose with they wallets out
You should stop, lil' somethin' somethin' bad to the bone
That
nuh tek nuh bet yet Tell dem if dem do dat World War woulda re-flex Yuh lef' Clarendon and come drop ina wasp nest with Guerilla warfare yuh caught mi
Alright
You've got the type
I've got the type (alright)
You've got the type
I've got the type (alright)
You bad, sister
You bad, sister
You
lost control here
Living free
I left my soul there
Down by the sea
I lost control here
Living free
A cool breeze flows but mind the wasp
Some
this shit go
Cameras out, I do see those
I want the bad bitch & C notes
Don't get caught ridin' in a opp van
Most of these niggas be big fans
This
Love ain't bad you made it tainted
Love ain't bad you made me hate it
Was love made by God or Satan?
Was love made by God or Satan?
I'm not sure, it's
On and on and on and on
A Ju, if she ain't ah nine or better
Don't even let her pass bro
Bad bitches only blood
Red bone five five wit no heels
on the loose, let ya pockets out
Got trick niggaz watchin' your caboose with they wallets out
You should stop, lil' somethin' somethin' bad to the bone
That
And Opium
Dad, they are GuappyOs
Uh yeah
Aye uh
Fuck the police comin straight from the underground
A young nigga have it bad cause im black
You know I be
the wasp alive
He's gonna sting you anyway and take you to the hive
Yesterday was suckin' and tomorrow's looking bad
Who knew that today was the only
Inc.
WASP
BLACKIE LAWLESS
Lead Vocals and Guitar
CHRIS HOLMES
Lead Guitar
STEVE RILEY
Drums and Vocals
JOHNNY ROD
Bass and Vocals
Produced By: Blackie
devils
Loving is a struggle and living is a struggle
Every weekend it's a new news break
New momma crying in the news face
Breaking news, black boy shot by
and that, what you talking about?
Come on, man, this is just lyrics, blud
Easy, easy, aight, easy, easy
Talking that talk, I was a fucking bad boy in
air left
Now you're back here for my love, didn't really get enough
Well that's too bad girl, yeah that's just too bad, bad, bad, bad, bad girl
Now
bad fling
Written by - Donnelly K Antoine / BillzTaDon
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