Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song 16 Shots , by - Stefflon Don. Release date: 21.05.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
16 Shots |
| No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother |
| 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder |
| Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada |
| Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba |
| No bwoy can diss me or my mother |
| Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour |
| 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah |
| Rah-ta, rah-ta |
| Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah |
| Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah! |
| Yuh coulda be badda than a Kingstonee |
| Diss my mother then your skin start bleed |
| So don't bother mess with my mommy |
| With my mommy, with my mommy |
| Baby, tink yuh bad, say ya badder than she |
| If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat |
| Rap on, pop off, make ya move like freak |
| They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy |
| They gon' put hands on a chick |
| They gon' put hands on her |
| Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door |
| What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for |
| No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother |
| 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder |
| Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada |
| Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba |
| No bwoy can diss me or my mother |
| Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour |
| 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah |
| Rah-ta, rah-ta |
| Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah |
| Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh! |
| You gonna be madder than Bryant, Kobe |
| Diss my mother then your lip won't speak |
| So don't bother mess with my mommy |
| With my mommy, with my mommy |
| Jah really think you bad, say you badder than me |
| If things a-go start tonight, you won't sleep |
| Pop on, cut off, make ya look like creep |
| Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be |
| They gon' put hands on a chick |
| They gon' put hands on her |
| Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door |
| What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for |
| No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother |
| 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder |
| Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada |
| Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba |
| No bwoy can diss me or my mother |
| Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour |
| 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah |
| Rah-ta, rah-ta |
| Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah |
| Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh! |
| Get 1 shot, if dem tink dem a man |
| Get 2 shot, if dem feel dem a don |
| Get 3 shot, if dem tek mi fi ediat |
| Get 4 shot, this a copper shot, know that |
| Get 5 shot, fi anybody what think dem hard |
| Straight boom boom head tump, ya must drop |
| If you hit up the Da-Da-Da-Don |
| Bullets gon' hit you wherever you are |
| No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother |
| 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder |
| Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada |
| Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba |
| No boy can diss me or my mother |
| Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour |
| 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah |
| Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta |
| Ta-ta, ta-tah-ta |
| Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah |
| No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother |
| 16 shot, we go longer than a ladder |
| Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada |
| Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba |
| No bwoy can diss me or my mother |
| Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour |
| 16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah |
| Rah-ta, rah-ta |
| Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah |
| Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh! |