| A wahum to some duppy bat?
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| Bloodclart dead tonight
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| Trust me
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| Body outline chalk out
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| From them decide to bloodclart walk out
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| Wah dem ah talk 'bout? |
| Yo
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| Another sleepless night while the yout dem are tucked in
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| Not sure but I’m waiting for something
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| I bun weed while I’m anticipating
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| 'Cause every time I see the sun rise, it’s amazing
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| Speechless, no long talk for the enemy
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| They wanna bury me, say no more
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| I told wifey forget about day job
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| Bet that’s cool cuh you love when tings are paid for
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| Number one breadwinner but you know I don’t love money
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| Sign contracts, yeah, I get blood money
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| Killer contacts whenever I get drug money
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| Private school for the youts paid for
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| 24/7 when I scheme and plot
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| To the smell of good food, yeah, steaming pots
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| There’s never been a day when this feeling stops
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| Somebody a go dead, say no more
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| Looking for who?
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| Looking for what?
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| Haha, hmm
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| I beg dem cross the line
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| Cuh everyting rise up
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| Darg dem deya when I smile up
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| Body bag pile up
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| Flatline
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| Payback
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| Too late, nobody could’ve saved that
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| Addicted to coke and the fuckery
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| Now look, family are shoveling the grave that
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| Somebody should’ve hollered him from morning
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| For how he was talking, I said «don't say it» and
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| (Ran into the net and got caught, peppered up, no salt)
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| Shouldn’t have thought he was a maniac
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| Hmm, now your wifey’s a widow
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| Another man’s gonna be sleeping on your pillow
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| Gunshot erased ya from anyone’s memory
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| Just cause he thought he was rough like a Brillo Pad
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| No apologies, the mandem ain’t preeing that
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| Dress up inna black cause you know say it’s that time
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| No mercy, manaman are giving that
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| Gonna be a guaranteed flatline
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| No mercy, man leave the crime scene clean
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| So you’re never gonna know who done that crime
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| Conscience clear even though some man are evil
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| Bally back on time for the school run, on time
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| Friendly neighbourhood mercs man
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| Roll out for the family, I’m always gonna back mine
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| Darg dem have always got a worse plan
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| Cuh we specialise in organised crime
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| Wait till they walk out
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| What dem a talk 'bout?
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| We’ve never been hard to find
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| Cuh everyting rise up
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| Darg dem deya when I smile up
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| Body bag pile up
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| Flatline |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flatline , by - Flowdan. Song from the album Disaster Piece, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп