Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Buss Head, artist - Alkaline. Date of issue: 30.11.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Buss Head |
| Buss head! |
| Yo |
| Young Lord, Young Lord, Young Lord |
| (Fuck dem up) |
| Hey |
| (Fuck dem up) |
| Yo Frass |
| If Babylon no worry me, then who dem bwoy yah? |
| Waan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire |
| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir |
| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire |
| You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Watch yah now |
| Roll silent, but we’re lethal |
| None of my gun dem no legal |
| We no care who inna your vehicle |
| Gunshot a kill everybody inna sequel |
| Tell unno fi lowe the badness and pree gyal |
| We a human, but we a no equal |
| War cyaan buy out, it cyaan resolve |
| No need police, crime no hard fi we solve |
| Vendetta role silent, but we’re deadly |
| Pussy dem a chat like Beverly |
| Anything a anything, me ready |
| Iron tablet fi a bwoy weh talk heavy |
| Me say fi, do wha' you a do and stop tell me |
| Cyaan trick we, no we’re not friendly |
| And if a shoot out, then a shoot out |
| Make dem know say the drum no have no empty a empty |
| Me mad with a clip and it always a tempt me |
| Gun smoke give me a high like sensie |
| Young Lord, you know the odds is against me |
| You ask me the reason, me tell you say a envy |
| Country bwoy come a town a pretend fi |
| Killing, know him a no killer but him a 'pprentice |
| 'Par a town, but the bwoy deh a St. E' |
| Claat the six panse, me a give him 'bout 20 |
| Babylon don’t worry me, neither dem bwoy yah |
| Dem cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire |
| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Frass, we a sound the trumpet like a choir |
| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire |
| Me lose me shipment, me haffi find a next supplier, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Action, nah fi talk |
| Know me a genial and me craft the craft |
| Body split, forty parts |
| Gunshot inna your lungs make it hard fi cough |
| Murder scene white chalky-chalk |
| Forensic tell your mother say, she cyaan go pass |
| If me no mean it, me nah go talk |
| Big all buss heads weh walk the walk |
| Tracing a joke thing |
| Cyaan bother with the toasting |
| Fool just get a one strap and now badness a choke him |
| Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking? |
| Me a wonder who coach him |
| Bere gunshot when me approach him |
| A so me step dem, cockroach him |
| Why dem a do the most things? |
| Cyaan bother with the toasting |
| Bwoy just get a one link and now badness a choke him |
| Damn, wha' kind a weed dem smoking? |
| Me a wonder who coach him |
| Bere gunshot when me approach him |
| A so me step dem, cockroach him |
| Babylon no worry me, neither dem bwoy yah |
| Cyaan violate and no expect gunshot fi fire |
| Know dem no serious when it comes down to the wire, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Frass, sound up the trumpet like a choir |
| Man a pick up dem slippers when shot a fire |
| You never kill nobody, you is a fucking liar, hey |
| Buss dem fucking head 'cause dem a prier |
| Fuck dem up, fuck dem up |
| Fuck dem up |