Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Empty, artist - Aidonia. Date of issue: 07.01.2008
Song language: English
Empty |
| Yo nuh nonsense nuh chat nuh pree |
| Think when mi bust my gun dem 16, fuck do dem, bust my gun dem 16 |
| Steve ah di boss, left dem inna ah pit a stink |
| Dem vex through me and steven weh build some hit a link |
| How di fuck dem fi talk 'bout, big ship ah sink, nuh nonsense, when badman |
| Hold down pon di trigga in a pussy head it empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Yogi yard mr splency, head bust off like g-string and frenchie |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di people dem see dem see |
| When mi hold di trigga in a bwoy head gun a empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Elam yard mr splency, shot damage dem intensely |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di people dem see |
| Shot dem! |
| mek dem spread out pon ground |
| Bust head out and tongue blood red out an run |
| Bled out and come through leg mouth and lung |
| Caan beg out an dun dem dead out and done |
| Rifle clap mek out pon some shotti nozzle |
| Fat like keg mouth and drum informa caan talk, deaf out and dumb |
| Sight brain fava orange peg out and plum |
| Mi slap unda clothes and meet |
| Da rose an beat through dem nose and teeth |
| Chop it off, di toes and feet so di crows can si him fly and dose an eat |
| Who pose on street full up a holes an leak |
| Dem dose and sleep by di joe’s I meet |
| Brain fly a thousand feet, body madden froze an keep |
| Give dem a rose and wreath |
| Hold down pon di trigga in a pussy head it empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Yogi guard mr splency, head bust off like g-string and frenchie |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di people dem see dem see |
| When mi hold di trigga in a bwoy head gun a empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Elam yard mr splency, shot damage dem intensely |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di (hey) people dem see |
| Me a nuh know what hype him up, shot bite him up |
| When the Glock light him up, plus mi go lift di mac .90 up |
| Bwoy head! |
| top crack like peanut, all when him ah try drop try fi duck |
| Shot still clap him mek him quack like di duck |
| Tell dem dem face fi try skin up |
| Nuh fi squeeze shot, hammer clap fly pin up hey |
| Inna black mikey gut, pop tripe erupt, yeah! |
| When di bruk back knife mi stuck, watch dem eye close lock like it shut |
| Watch dem body 'til it nah move |
| Like a car run a stoplight it stuck he so thin out like him get a crackpipe |
| Fi suck, dat life is up, jack bite di dust, weh di fuck do dem |
| Hold down pon di trigga in a pussy head it empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Yogi yard mr splency, head bust off like g-string and frenchie |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di people dem see dem see |
| When mi hold di trigga in a bwoy head gun a empty empty |
| Leggo di trigga put in di next clip weh a twenty |
| Through Elam yard mr splency, shot damage dem intensely |
| Dead body wi left on di ground fi di people dem see |