Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Political Badness, artist - Nsg. Album song Roots, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 18.06.2020
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: NSG Entertainment
Song language: English
Political Badness |
Political badness |
Yuh done know di chops |
Nsg, RV, we do da one yah easy wah wah wah |
Well incomes the musical thing called randy valentine representing for all the |
generals inna the dancehalll |
We can’t stall, ah aaw |
Watch yah! |
I use to do roberies back in the days |
I still havent changed my ways |
Still tryna dounble the paper |
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this |
Every day when you walking down the street |
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste |
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place |
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah. |
I don’t look up to no older |
Move bangs then Finesse the holder |
Everything free got good cc’s |
She only loves me when I get her double cc |
He wanted beef till his life went left |
Hope out the car |
Pop the boot |
Big tekken |
Kick back Like Jin |
Come we kick back, baby shot some gin |
Mash p’s yh |
Man ah mash p’s |
Can’t be seen nah at the crime scene |
Ain’t been round for a bit yo terry where you been |
Had to give a top up cah that’s my favourite fiend |
Gyal turn freak when the light turn off |
She offin her pant I’m insider her |
Broskis in the can for the fizzy no tango |
He don’t dance making plays off a zanco |
I use to do roberies back in the days |
I still havent changed my ways |
Still tryna dounble the paper |
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this |
Every day when you walking down the street |
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste |
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place |
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah. |
Rastaman no eat bacon, Rasta man don’t speak to Babylon, |
They got my boy dem Locked up in the can, so me &dem boy can’t get along |
You owe me money I want every pesewa, I’m on beef like yaa asantewa |
I am a bread winner I get my bread up, the way I manoeuvre it’s essential |
Me and my guys yeah we dye for the road side |
Mama tell me stay away from the bad guys |
That was a long, |
Very long time |
Money affi make But we no get time |
So we stay Running, running |
Stay running, running |
Money affi make |
So we stay running, running |
Teef mans girls like my coloniser |
Na, teef mans girl I’m a womaniser |
I use to do roberies back in the days |
I still havent changed my ways |
Still tryna dounble the paper |
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this |
Every day when you walking down the street |
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste |
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place |
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah. |
Jugging everyday you know I had to get payed |
Labelled as a Shotter always had it on ma waist |
Hate it when I’m sober have to roll me up a J |
If I go broke I’ll go back to ma old ways |
You used to doubt me see I’m on now |
Now these bitches tryna fuck me cause they want clout |
Soo I fuck these hoes with ma plaques on the wall |
Praying on ma down but I could never fall |
Put your panty to the side gyalie |
You was talking hella pon the celly |
Still made it just off the celly |
Now you smell the money smelling on me |
She love the smell of my cologne |
That be the money and the rabanne |
Don’t ask me how far ask me how well |
Don’t ever ask me why we oucheaa |
I use to do roberies back in the days |
I still havent changed my ways |
Still tryna dounble the paper |
Hot fire mine we affi burn down this |
Every day when you walking down the street |
Badman still a lock it pon dem waste |
Hot gyal still a skank inna the place |
Yeah man a so we dweet yeah. |