Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song The Truth , by - Masicka. Release date: 22.12.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
The Truth |
| Yow. |
| A who dem a try diss |
| Dem pussy deh know wah dem a do |
| (Joke ting) |
| Weh unnu know bout zinc fence, board house? |
| (One bag a idiot) |
| Gunshot a fire, unnu a liard |
| Run which bumboclaat? |
| (Wah gwaan… Hello) |
| Trigga press, face sink in, brain jumpy |
| Grants pen fire sixteen and pumpy |
| Diss who. |
| me? |
| pussyhole u a junky |
| Countless duppy man mek inna di country |
| (Waltham) |
| Ready fi bleach like kartel, rass hell |
| From mi get cross like bounty |
| Which lord evil? |
| Di pussy dem a monkey |
| Shot a buss, body jus a jump like bungee |
| Mi nah look no hype, mi nuh bloodclaat hungry |
| Mi friend dem wild like crocodile dundee |
| Mi bada, faga, warn some hombre |
| Gun a buss, anyman try confront mi |
| Bomb a clap, man a drop like humpty dumpty |
| Pon u block, hammer knock |
| Cya see we come fi dem don a cat |
| Dem a talk bout gyal crunchy |
| We no suck pussy, we nuh tan so hombre |
| None a dem cya bad mi up round yah |
| Drewsland a wah do batty bwoy donia |
| Wen u see da chrome yah, clown mi a di owna |
| MI colda, none a dem cya run uptowna |
| Di sound a di rifle put dem inna coma |
| Maski, wild life crocodile cobra |
| Mi a di rassclaat young general soldier |
| Jamie, step wid di k pon u shoulda |
| Di pussyhole tell producer dont voice mi |
| Boost up you battyman friend dem fi fight mi |
| Circle you yard like you woman invite mi |
| Mac 90 mi point it, buss dem head nicely |
| Pussyhole glad kartel get lifey |
| You a big game head, You no mighty |
| Because u cya run di place barefoot |
| And mi weeh shot dem outta di nikey |
| You never grow inna di ghetto boy |
| Friend you a follow |
| You and you battyman bredda name lallo |
| The tip dem hollow |
| From you diss mi a sorrow |
| Shot a flick inna marrow |
| Gyal piss dem a swallow |
| Dre hand straight like a bloodclaat arrow |
| Glockburn pen none a my gun dem no borrow |
| Shane |
| Any boy diss Subkonshus |
| Man jus, fling dem inna grave weh shallow |
| Mi sick inna mi rassclaat head, dawg mi parrow |
| Eagle a squeeze, brain fly like sparrow |
| Run out a clip, mi no run out a ammo |
| Who u a trick bout you have gun pon you? |
| You coward like gyal, donia man weeh hang you |
| Gun inna mi hand, Mi nuh bad inna no songo |
| U diss mi a church, a drum and piano |
| Mi ago show u seh u a badman shadow |
| Rifle a rise and people a dead |
| Fly teeth inna head, mama weak and a beg |
| Man in the street and a roam wid the steel, man a fled |
| A dog dem a fuck and a sleep inna bed |
| You cya tun no Ras, You a freak, You a dread |
| You cya step to me, shot a squeeze, You a dead |
| You shirt man leave inna red |
| Den mi fuck you gyal mek she feel up mi peg |
| Hear him nuh bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah |
| Pussy u no see real bad man deh yah |
| Bout Don deh yah, Don deh yah |
| Pussy u no see real bad man deh yah |
| Yow a wah do them |
| Dem a try style man thing |
| Have some likkle waste man a try diss man |
| A wah you feel like pussy |
| Uptown you born and grow enuh |
| Weh you know bout street life |
| Weh u know bout ghetto life |
| Tell you likkle bumboclaat idiot friend dem round you |
| Fi nuh bada sing no song cause mi nah answer dem |
| A you fi answer |
| Long time you a gwan like you bad |
| You no bad no time |
| You badmind |
| Subkonshus mi seh enuh |
| (Hello…wah gwaan) |
| Young general hear dat |
| Unu a idiot round deh so |
| Jamaica fi know dat to |
| Dat mi a tell you |