Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hombre, artist - Govana. Date of issue: 06.12.2018
Song language: English
Hombre |
| A me murder unuh friend and unuh know that |
| Yow, weh unuh feel like? |
| Hey! |
| Jump out a the Bimmer with the .16, yeah |
| Buss it inna face till the clip lean, yeah |
| Pussyhole get him head fix in, yeah |
| You think the MAC-11 fire whip cream? |
| No bwoy no gi' me chat inna me system, yeah |
| Splash out your brain 'pon the windscreen, yeah |
| ATC hammer built in |
| Rass! |
| Wait till the base mix in |
| No nasty badness, man haffi keep clean, yeah |
| Forty me tuck inna me ripped jeans, yeah |
| Bwoy get it and go drop out a Christine deh |
| Christine send Miss Jean the pic, see him deh |
| A bare gun man live a Big Tree, yeah |
| Put a strap 'pon the 'K, make it swing freely, yeah |
| Clip inna your mouth, mek your lip bleed 'way |
| Black boss, rub the 'matic, make the thing wheelie |
| Yo, Draze, who gi' dem gun, hombre? |
| Rassclaat, one more funeral Sunday |
| Eh, eh, squeeze it till the nozzle ugly |
| Heh heh, pussy d’even get a chance fi run weh |
| Haha, squeeze it inna face, squeeze it inna face |
| .40 inna haze, inna haze, skin a blaze |
| Every gun me own come straight from the States |
| Get the shots by the case, but me vex if dem waste |
| Me a the kingpin inna the show |
| Gun bark, unuh can’t send beginner fi pro |
| We send people go live inna the earth |
| Like, how nuff a dem a live inna me flow |
| Every clip a double row when you see me duppy show |
| And s’maddy a go bawl, me chilling and touch the road |
| Strike force, guerilla badness |
| Every rifle full and every kutchie loader |
| Pussy, unuh think man a street fighter |
| Rifle a blow like the pee piper |
| Turn on the tree, how tree viper |
| Rearrange your mouth, make your teeth wider |
| Bwoy nightly the .90, me sleep sider |
| Inna bush 'pon me belly like a real sniper |
| Pussy can’t trick me with no peace neither |
| Peace treaty? |
| Hold the peace, beat it |
| Yo, Draze, who gi' dem gun, hombre? |
| Rassclaat, one more funeral Sunday |
| Eh, eh, squeeze it till the nozzle ugly |
| Heh heh, pussy d’even get a chance fi run weh |
| Haha, squeeze it inna face, squeeze it inna face |
| .40 inna haze, inna haze, skin a blaze |
| Every gun me own come straight from the States |
| Get the shots by the case, but me vex if dem waste |