| Political badness
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| Yuh done know di chops
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| Nsg, RV, we do da one yah easy wah wah wah
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| Well incomes the musical thing called randy valentine representing for all the
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| generals inna the dancehalll
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| We can’t stall, ah aaw
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| Watch yah!
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| I use to do roberies back in the days
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| I still havent changed my ways
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| Still tryna dounble the paper
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| Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
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| Every day when you walking down the street
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| Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
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| Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
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| Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.
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| I don’t look up to no older
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| Move bangs then Finesse the holder
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| Everything free got good cc’s
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| She only loves me when I get her double cc
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| He wanted beef till his life went left
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| Hope out the car
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| Pop the boot
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| Big tekken
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| Kick back Like Jin
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| Come we kick back, baby shot some gin
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| Mash p’s yh
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| Man ah mash p’s
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| Can’t be seen nah at the crime scene
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| Ain’t been round for a bit yo terry where you been
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| Had to give a top up cah that’s my favourite fiend
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| Gyal turn freak when the light turn off
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| She offin her pant I’m insider her
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| Broskis in the can for the fizzy no tango
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| He don’t dance making plays off a zanco
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| I use to do roberies back in the days
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| I still havent changed my ways
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| Still tryna dounble the paper
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| Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
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| Every day when you walking down the street
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| Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
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| Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
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| Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.
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| Rastaman no eat bacon, Rasta man don’t speak to Babylon,
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| They got my boy dem Locked up in the can, so me &dem boy can’t get along
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| You owe me money I want every pesewa, I’m on beef like yaa asantewa
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| I am a bread winner I get my bread up, the way I manoeuvre it’s essential
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| Me and my guys yeah we dye for the road side
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| Mama tell me stay away from the bad guys
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| That was a long,
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| Very long time
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| Money affi make But we no get time
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| So we stay Running, running
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| Stay running, running
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| Money affi make
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| So we stay running, running
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| Teef mans girls like my coloniser
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| Na, teef mans girl I’m a womaniser
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| I use to do roberies back in the days
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| I still havent changed my ways
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| Still tryna dounble the paper
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| Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
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| Every day when you walking down the street
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| Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
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| Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
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| Yeah man a so we dweet yeah.
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| Jugging everyday you know I had to get payed
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| Labelled as a Shotter always had it on ma waist
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| Hate it when I’m sober have to roll me up a J
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| If I go broke I’ll go back to ma old ways
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| You used to doubt me see I’m on now
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| Now these bitches tryna fuck me cause they want clout
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| Soo I fuck these hoes with ma plaques on the wall
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| Praying on ma down but I could never fall
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| Put your panty to the side gyalie
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| You was talking hella pon the celly
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| Still made it just off the celly
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| Now you smell the money smelling on me
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| She love the smell of my cologne
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| That be the money and the rabanne
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| Don’t ask me how far ask me how well
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| Don’t ever ask me why we oucheaa
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| I use to do roberies back in the days
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| I still havent changed my ways
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| Still tryna dounble the paper
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| Hot fire mine we affi burn down this
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| Every day when you walking down the street
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| Badman still a lock it pon dem waste
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| Hot gyal still a skank inna the place
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| Yeah man a so we dweet yeah. |