Lyrics:
Bukubow
Ya
Yung Reggie on the beat
MM to the world
SBU
Clart, Clart
Explicit
I'm a bit extra with it
Don't care
Just say what I think
Manna dare
sick dat them no bad a just mouth them a flip that. Kick me door make me show you how the thing go in a them head shot a rass clart fling go the last one
catch up on you
If you still coming I box you down
If you still coming I clart you down
Long time we deh under backraw...
Four hundred years
Bumba Clart, kin? Raas Clart
where's the Chorus dickhead?
isn't it lovely that we can still be good friends
They say you've gone off me, don't be so
Break em off some
Yeah
Good cop, good cop, rollin' with that bad cop
What you doing boy, turning that blood clart
Buck shot shot, they fire
Juncrow
Me ah rise up and dun dem
Kill soundboy pon the borderline
Black John Wayne, me ah clart off at dem
Lick down dem boy dere
And son dem
Some
I'm a semi-auto
Know my brain's like semi-auto
Done your dance with the semi-auto
Man I'll bun your clart with the semi-auto
I'm a semi-auto
Know my
mother fuck cops, what a blood clarts
All I gots my words and my balls and my one cock
Pause, bug shots fly, my young buck died
Passed away from
start it
Raise and clart it, crouch up and park it
Pull in that casket, function one
Dirty, fuck that, murky
Function one, are you dumb
Dirty, fuck that,
love rast clart
Man a do it fi fun
Hey man a do it fi fun from young young
Man a do it fi fun
Whole heap a gyal and mansion
Money fast code fi di crédit
and Kings
DJ pull up the blud clart ting,
Weed, Gal, That's what I bring
Liquor, vibes, That's what I bring
My gang, Queens and Kings
DJ pull up the blud
clart
Then I kill em', slowly with each riddim
Every track I've written I use as my ammunition yeah
Is it a banger, you know that is a given yeah
I treat
clart her friends
Straight 10/10s, wouldn't pass on dem
Half them gyals got a man but they look like dogs, so I go let it bark on dem
Wiesz, że jestem
All a me dawgs them wild and wicked
Clart di ting weh go boof boof bap bap
This yah, go find and chip him
Clart di ting weh go boof boof bap bap
Find
We're all going down the pub, come on, get your tracksuits on
Come on, fukin' get movin'
Fukin' why you so slow, clart?
Aww, fukin' hell, my bollocks
there let his body rot
Fuck
Let's switch up the plot
Saw this IG baddie that I'm tryna clart
Pulled up on her rizzed her up
She gave me top
And a nigga
Amsterdam
Mi ah di daddy clock
Ah time fi get up mi nuh waan hear nuh chat
Ummmm hummmm
Dutch pot and big spoon fi clart dat
Or a next speaker box if you
Rifle clart him Dawg disarm him
Bleach a him gate like skin mi Chargi
Them get shot my G Mi call it
Bat fly like bird and the Bee the Gahlin
Them know Mi
This is a $umeenk track
If I buy a clart
I'll shoot you in your face
And you ain't gettin' out this no way
Your gang will give you up, you
Fukin' safe fukin' you knows it, innit
It's time to kick it once more from the boys who toke draw
Don't mess with us clarts cos we're fukin'
clart it off?
No fears cah I'm good on the roads where I'm from
You can ask, I'm calm as long as my dog is
Always aim at the target market
Look
Number one flow farda on the planet
So I beg a man try and do damage
That's something I let the dogs manage
Clart one, get away and then vanish
Day one, I
the malice in kind of where like a man will go on bitter
the clart get thicker
You smart, get slicker
the movement of my mind where you you see a man
looking
For your Kingpin
Mana just walk with the stick
Like I'm pimping
Assassinate your clart like Abraham Lincoln
Deya in the dance
I'm with some bad
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