Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Truth, artist - Masicka.
Date of issue: 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 |