Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Slap It Up, artist - Riko Dan. Album song Hard Food EP, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 01.03.2018
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tectonic
Song language: English
Slap It Up |
| Clap it up, slap it up |
| Pussy diss? |
| Me mash him up |
| Clart it up, bark it up |
| Pussy think I can’t be loved |
| Buss mi gun, blood fi run |
| You think me come fi fun? |
| Di whole of dem go dead right now |
| Clap it up, slap it up |
| Pussy diss? |
| Me mash him up |
| Clart it up, bark it up |
| Pussy think I can’t be loved |
| Buss mi gun, your blood fi run |
| You think me come fi fun? |
| Di whole of dem go dead right now |
| I won’t have a bar if anybody trying it |
| Headtop flying it, never stay silent |
| Always on violence, till I give you guidance |
| Free reign, never gonna see me on no timers |
| King of the jungle, brave like a lion is |
| Heart so cold, I tell you, something like a minus |
| Run up inna any man’s yard, start squeezing |
| Trust me, fam, I won’t leave no survivors |
| There’s no surprises |
| 'Cause too many man ah move fake, yeah, like pythons |
| Man can’t come on the ends with no license |
| Kick bwoy inna dem face like M. Bison |
| Big man step in the place, they get frightened |
| Shower man bars I laced, they’re all timeless |
| Work all over the place, I’m like wireless |
| Yeah, I’m like wireless |
| Dem start di war |
| And know me ready fi go kill dem |
| Know dem start fi ball |
| Police dem gon' go call |
| Tings are no fun again |
| When me rise mi gun again |
| 'Nuff ah dem go dead |
| And watch dem pussy blood start run again |
| Dem start di war |
| And know me ready fi go kill dem |
| Know dem start fi ball |
| Police dem gon' go call |
| Tings are no fun again |
| When me rise mi gun again |
| 'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead |
| Dem blood ah run again |
| Clap it up, slap it up |
| Pussy diss? |
| Me mash him up |
| Clart it up, bark it up |
| Pussy think I can’t be loved |
| Buss mi gun, blood fi run |
| You think me come fi fun? |
| Di whole of dem go dead right now |
| Clap it up, slap it up |
| Pussy diss? |
| Me mash him up |
| Clart it up, bark it up |
| Pussy think I can’t be loved |
| Buss mi gun, your blood fi run |
| You think me come fi fun? |
| Di whole of dem go dead right now |
| You’re still listening |
| 'Cause I be tearing up the road like Michelin |
| Inna di battlefield, nigga, I be pitching in |
| Wear my army tees in the heat |
| If you’re warm when it’s done, I will dress like civilians |
| Best respect my insistence |
| If you don’t, then inspect my resistance |
| Man ah bury dem all in one instance |
| I’ll bury them all in a mass grave |
| Hard to believe that that fool would be that brave |
| Don’t look back unless you’re looking for back pain |
| That’s right, yeah, look at my black face |
| When I’m on my ting, look at the sad face |
| Heavyweight spitter so I don’t have to cat spray |
| Bigger man, nah, me nuh inna the rat race |
| Metal in the mout, my yout, how does that taste? |
| How does that taste? |
| Dem start di war |
| And know me ready fi go kill dem |
| Know dem start fi ball |
| Police dem gon' go call |
| Tings are no fun again |
| When me rise mi gun again |
| 'Nuff ah dem go dead |
| And watch dem pussy blood start run again |
| Dem start di war |
| And know me ready fi go kill dem |
| Know dem start fi ball |
| Police dem gon' go call |
| Tings are no fun again |
| When me rise mi gun again |
| 'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead |
| Dem blood ah run again |