Lyrics:
I can't see it
[Chorus: Beenie Man]
Dis bad man you get shot, anyways
Bad man nuh tek back chat, no day
Jamaican bad bwoy seh dat zigga, zigga
dung a hell
Listen how mi tell
Anyway
Six man pop her off las week satedeh
Dem a call her Battrey Dolly
Some gal dem a Battrey Dolly
Well
is di truth
Don't waan salute put down your gun and stop from shoot
Next ting a gwaan baby all a born
Man a tek dem bwoy and kill dem off drug
is di truth
Don't waan salute put down your gun and stop from shoot
Next ting a gwaan baby all a born
Man a tek dem bwoy and kill dem off drug
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
Council pop
Scoundrel pop pop pop pop
Champagne pop
Gun get pop
Head top pop
Head-shot pop
inna me life
A me lemmie mami
So a
A danzar mi reggaetón
Tito Bambino alongside, Beenie Man
Dis one is another hit song
Everybody you'd hear mo'
shit, pop that pussy like a zit
I go by the name Lil Tunechi
Your girl is a groupie
And nigga, you's a square
And I will twist you like a Rubix
dung a hell
Listen how mi tell
Anyway
Six man pop her off las week satedeh
Dem a call her Battrey Dolly
Some gal dem a Battrey Dolly
Well
is di truth
Don't waan salute put down your gun and stop from shoot
Next ting a gwaan baby all a born
Man a tek dem bwoy and kill dem off drug
the wig-splitters and skid bitters who gets realer
Like Beenie Man, carjack a bitch nigga
Who got the keys to the Jeep? Sim Simmer
We never heard of yo clique but
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
you know Lucifer? (Nah)
Well, you're about to meet him, motherfucker
(Who's the man with the master plan?)
A nigga wit' a motherfuckin' gun
practicin' fair catches
Whether it's guns or bitches
We gang bang and we share ratchets
I got Cassidy, ohh, I'm in big man beef
Which require them big choppers
Grabbin' my crotch and walkin' awkward
Somethin' pop off
Then I have somethin' to spark with
By the bus stop like man
I wish somebody'd push me
I'mma let
panicking
While I'm rocking it
Beenie Man locking it
You bitchin like a bitch
Fool, put a sock in it
Rude boy cockin' it
Hustler stockin' it
(cum?)
On the beats I do go dumb
(?)
And I make her squirt (?) when she grab that water gun
Now fuck that brag rap, man
I'm Batman, I'm Bruce Wayne
the curse
We can slide pop your top off
we can ride till you cool off
block lit up July 4th
No drive by we stand off
ah,oh ah, do a walk by and watch everybody die
N****s into gangs thangs and narcotics
Freak b****es riches and hydrolics
Pull heat knock you off yo
braggin' on the shit
That you hadto a nigga that got it now
You outta bounds, livin' off ya man name
Like you popped a Ruger
Knowin' damn well you Ben
Nigga, my gun go off you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
Nigga, my gun go off call it attempted
Nigga, my gun go off - you see the barrel turning
You feel the hollows burning, nigga, now you're learning
Nigga, my gun go off - call it attempted
Pop you and yo mans
This tha type of bands
That get you knocked off by yo mans
I’m trynna spinna again
Give this gun a cleanse
He said he want smoke
pumpin' Beenie Man
Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man
You know like I know, the party don't end till I say when
Now the grub is runnin'
the sparks
It's gettin' all hot, now they pumpin' Beenie Man
Scream for the cream, but holler when you see me man
You know like I know, the party don't end
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