Lyrics:
impressed with your withering seedlings
Cuz we'll all drop dead at the rate that you're speeding
Into the sun, it's the end, no more pleading
All
and the truth comes out anyway (anyway)
You're going way too far, gonna drop dead at this rate
Gave you way too many chances, you ran through 'em all
Got
Asset-rich
Finance-led
Work until the day you drop down dead
Zero hours
Market rate
You matter more than the value you create
Month to month
Live
Asset-rich
Finance-led
Work until the day you drop down dead
Zero hours
Market rate
You matter more than the value you create
Month to month
Live
Montego bay, Kingston gyal
Dem been waitin fa dis
Hmm
Gyal you nuh heavy like led drop dead
Man a seh you wicked ina bed drop dead
Dyema
sitting on my waste
I want you dead on my own paste
I catch the case and I do the race
Bodies drops
Send shots
Murder rate who?
Look outside
Close your eyes
Yeah, yeah, ayy
Drop dead, drop dead
Drop dead, ayy, ayy (ah)
Drop dead, drop dead
Drop dead, drop dead (ah)
Drop dead, drop dead
Drop dead
get on
I want to chop off your head and watch it roll into the basket
If you should drop dead tonight then they won't have to ask me twice
Senior
wanna see you
Shake it!
Right kick, left kick, let me see ur body sweat drop down, dead lift, do it till you're out of breath
Jump, drop, thrust
Drop
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
Drop dead
I'll show your ass we'll up the murder rate
Leave your ass dead in the murder race
I'll show your ass we'll up the murder rate
Murder murder murder
gone
Got a bad lil bitch, and her head is strong
And I rate her Top 10 lenny Vandross
Vandiesel, smoking that gas
Till I fuckin’ drop dead lenny Vandross
Gyal you nuh heavy like led drop dead
Man a seh you wicked ina bed drop dead
Dyema an iyla go dung pon pon yuh ed
Show dem di new dance gyal do di
get back, best take it off
And I can't rate her if she hate my songs
Your sweet one wan' come to the bando
Can't have her in and out of the spot
the cops cant chase
Hold me down
Ill beat that case
Switched up plugs
But I kept my rates
What they dont know
Just make me cake
Complainin I came in too late
family ever doubt me
Even when I doubt myself
Drop anything that aint
Good for my health
But I still move stealth
Like a man splinter cell
Burns to attach
R.I.P ennuh chops
Gone but cah forgot yuh ,
Quantanium ,CRAZY !!!!!!
Drop asleep again
With a plan inna Dem head
Dem wah fi see yuh dead
Tru
don't really like things like that
I don't rate you
Play the cards I seen 'em drop
You're the everyman that's not
You're the fixer lovely teeth
money
And when we pass through people dead
A Cosanostra, man a eat tears, kill fi money
We put one cutlass inna dem head
A Cosanostra, man a eat
how far we made it (truss truss)
Like rate it, rate it
You ain't gotta think I'm sick just say it
I got told it will happen it's timing
If my tunes are
and times
Triple 6 is my mindstate
Pre-occupied with devil shit
Trying to survive through this crime rate
Triple 6 is my mindstate
Pre-occupied
you wanna be my slime
Even as a Young Boy I kept a thirty eight
I make Murder Music when I drop I up the murder rate
I got a lot of dead opps
I got
Look at you
Be my sweetie
Be my honey tonight
'Cause you're beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
Look at you
Be my sweetie
Be my honey tonight
'Cause you're beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
(Drop dead)
Beautiful
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