Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Nuh Play, artist - Masicka. Date of issue: 22.05.2015
Song language: English
We Nuh Play |
| From you try that, your eye lock |
| You love talk, we love fly bat |
| It’s just a likkle child that |
| Genahsyde it’s just a likkle child that |
| The pussy dem 'fraid, cold up |
| Yeah, when me roll up |
| And spray, your body fold up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| And we no play, cah we a grown up |
| Middle day, you we get your bone bruk |
| AK, me nah pick no stone up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| Pussy dem a |
| Own badman, wicked inna text |
| Weh him come from, gi' me the address |
| Wait a him yard, wait a him yard |
| As him reach home, three inna him chest |
| When copper start wheel inna him flesh |
| You waan see the bwoy scream like Stef |
| You likkle chargie, fi him life next |
| Jakes Road, a trigger we like press |
| The pussy dem 'fraid, cold up |
| Yeah, when me roll up |
| And spray, your body fold up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| And we no play, cah we a grown up |
| Middle day, you we get your bone bruk |
| AK, me nah pick no stone up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| Genocide, weh him come from? |
| I do not care |
| You want a stripe, buy two hot beer |
| Rifle a rev like the bike inna Top Gear |
| Fat 45 fi fly dem two bat there |
| You a sleep, you no wake yet, box there |
| Mussi waan see the skull under your cap tear |
| Crime scene come down gyal, no stop stare |
| And your town likkle friend dem a drop tears |
| The pussy dem 'fraid, cold up |
| Yeah, when me roll up |
| And spray, your body fold up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| And we no play, cah we a grown up |
| Middle day, you we get your bone bruk |
| AK, me nah pick no stone up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| Pussy dem a |
| Own badman, wicked inna text |
| Weh him come from, gi' me the address |
| Wait a him yard, wait a him yard |
| As him reach home, three inna him chest |
| When copper start wheel inna him flesh |
| You waan see the bwoy scream like Stef |
| You likkle chargie, fi him life next |
| Jakes Road, a trigger we like press |
| The pussy dem 'fraid, cold up |
| Yeah, when me roll up |
| And spray, your body fold up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| And we no play, cah we a grown up |
| Middle day, you we get your bone bruk |
| AK, me nah pick no stone up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| Genocide, weh him come from? |
| I do not care |
| You want a stripe, buy two hot beer |
| Rifle a rev like the bike inna Top Gear |
| Fat 45 fi fly dem two bat there |
| You a sleep, you no wake yet, box there |
| Mussi waan see the skull under your cap tear |
| Crime scene come down gyal, no stop stare |
| And your town likkle friend dem a drop tears |
| The pussy dem 'fraid, cold up |
| Yeah, when me roll up |
| And spray, your body fold up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |
| And we no play, cah we a grown up |
| Middle day, you we get your bone bruk |
| AK, me nah pick no stone up |
| Look 'pon the browning how she round up |