| Dem a tell mi fi rise everything like the dead a Dovecot
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| A Flanka mi grow pussy better pree that
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| And anybody feel mi a fuckkign idiot
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| One in a yo head meck yo marrow pree that
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| True mi a duel in a the tomb under the radar
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| Apocalypse know weh fi drop in this fuck
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| Sparta nuh fi get weh dem a come from
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| Cause wi, wi rise up a bag a eagle
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| Turn up mi bomboclaat voice
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| Nuh have nuh compassion like a Christ hi nuh
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| Dawg flee when mi fire black lice hi nuh
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| Thunder roll out red carpet hi nuh
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| Mi gun pop off nine o clock strike hi nuh
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| Call that a lost soul caw dem cyaa find him
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| Evil suh till satan nuh waan si mi
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| Well dark
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| Dem cyaa catch mi a dance caw mi nuh party
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| 40 baller the neighbor mi clap 40
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| A wa do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument
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| A talk bout badness, left badness for the next
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| Big up mi dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle nuh
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| Haffi si the at the cross road hi nuh
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| Suh mi nah watch nuh face cause that shoot off hi nuh
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| From mi likkle and a grow dem seh mi disastrous
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| Roll out wid mi gloves and mi mask on
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| Bullet touch yo heart like a soxsaw
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| When my gun aim and spray
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| Mi intoxicate lungs like Craving A
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| Tell dem don’t fuck wid a spartan
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| Bullet meck yo brain fly pass marshion
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| Big yard tug dem nuh talk long
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| Well bad
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| Mi a the spartan king call mi titan
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| Murder yo bloodclaat wid nuh license
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| Buss up dem face, no slicing
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| But dem in a box, no slice thing
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| Is like a pizza delivery
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| Show up a the door a mi enemy
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| Fuck up like mi phone in
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| Mi gun have infinity energy
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| Turn up mi bomboclaat voice
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| Nuh have nuh compassion like a Christ hi nuh
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| Dawg flee when mi fire black lice hi nuh
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| Thunder roll out red carpet hi nuh
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| Mi gun pop off nine o clock strike hi nuh
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| Call that a lost soul caw dem cyaa find him
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| Evil suh till satan nuh waan si mi
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| Well dark
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| Dem cyaa catch mi a dance caw mi nuh party
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| 40 baller the neighbor mi clap 40
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| A wa do dem bwoy deh dem come a chat argument
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| A talk bout badness, left badness for the next
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| Big up mi dead friend dem Ants, Manants, Micle nuh
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| Haffi si the at the cross road hi nuh
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| Suh mi nah watch nuh face cause that shoot off hi nuh
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| From mi likkle and a grow dem seh mi disastrous |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Outlaw , by - Tommy Lee Sparta. Song from the album Outlaw - Single, in the genre Реггетон