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Wanted Man
by Aynzli Jones
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I'm a wanted man
They say that I'm a wanted man
They say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted
She wants it, I'm wanted i'm a wanted man
Tell a rudeboy run
She say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted man
Tell a rudeboy run
She says I am a wanted man
And they're gonna hunt me down
She says I am a wanted man
And they're gonna hunt me down
Wanted cuh men are on tings
Black girls, blonde tings lighties, options
99 problems and the first three start a boy
Boy dem, boyfriends
When he see me with my kettle on
Blood boiling fresh body boy, no tax
Built body boy, no
I've slept with Ivy one or two times
And I ain't been poisoned
Pigs at my front door
I can hear them oinking my neighbours, nosy
I can see them pointing cause I'm wanted
Every night I be raising the level of crime
I'm out here on a hell of a hype
Good with guns but I'm better with knives
I creep up on a bredda with mine
Front line, never behind
You ever felt like you've
Got the devil inside?
What kind of a rebel am I?
I'm a wanted man
They say that I'm a wanted man
They say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted
She wants it, I'm wanted i'm a wanted man
Tell a rudeboy run
She say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted man
She say that I'm a wanted man
Tell a rudeboy run
She says I am a wanted man
And they're gonna hunt me down
She says I am a wanted man
And they're gonna hunt me down
Wanted cuh men are on tings
Black girls, blonde tings lighties, options
99 problems and the first three start a boy
Boy dem, boyfriends
When he see me with my kettle on
Blood boiling fresh body boy, no tax
Built body boy, no
I've slept with Ivy one or two times
And I ain't been poisoned
Pigs at my front door
I can hear them oinking my neighbours, nosy
I can see them pointing cause I'm wanted
Every night I be raising the level of crime
I'm out here on a hell of a hype
Good with guns but I'm better with knives
I creep up on a bredda with mine
Front line, never behind
You ever felt like you've
Got the devil inside?
What kind of a rebel am I?
