CORRIGER LES PAROLES
Paroles : Unruly
Murder, murder
Unruly
Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh f**k
Trouble! Killy!
Killy, man ah killy
Murder, murder
Bomboclaat do dem? Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Wicked
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh f**k
Trouble!
Woii yoii killy
Killy, man ah killy
Weh dem ah do?
Run it up
I cannot slow down, I ain't done enough
Wray and Nephew shots f**ked my stomach up
I done done a lot, natty dread with me yellin' bomboclaat (Bomboclaat)
I just bought another Glock
Give your ass a stomach shot (Weh!)
sh*t bag 'em
I'm gon' get this money, they just get madder
My b*t*h badder, whip faster
Ran a lap, skipped past 'em
Wedgie n***as, b*t*h slap 'em
Duct tape 'em, kidnap 'em
Cop a Rolly on 'em
Bust it down and wave your wrist at 'em
Before I turned twenty-one, I been savage
The dope fiends I'm cool with, they been addicts
This glow I got, I been had it
n***as think they rastas, they first time watching Shottas
Spot you like binoculars, pull up fresher than Binaca
I'm the fronto smoker, black version of Alejandro Sosa
Shoot up your party before it started, now it's over
Wild youngins, now we older
They smell that odor 'fore they pull us over
They ain't stopping sh*t, we tryna push the culture
n***as lose they life to these songs before the hook is over
(Yuh f**k)
You couldn't tell me right from no wrong, was never looking sober
I'm actually focused
Half these n***as wearing Fashion Nova (Weh!)
This is pimpin', go get that paper like your ass supposed to
Unruly
Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh f**k
Trouble! Killy!
Killy, man ah killy
Murder, murder
Bomboclaat do dem? Bomboclaat do dem, Dane Ray?
Wicked
Aye, Dave East, weh dem ah do, man?
Yuh f**k
Trouble!
Woii yoii killy
Killy, man ah killy
Weh dem ah do?
Run it up
I cannot slow down, I ain't done enough
Wray and Nephew shots f**ked my stomach up
I done done a lot, natty dread with me yellin' bomboclaat (Bomboclaat)
I just bought another Glock
Give your ass a stomach shot (Weh!)
sh*t bag 'em
I'm gon' get this money, they just get madder
My b*t*h badder, whip faster
Ran a lap, skipped past 'em
Wedgie n***as, b*t*h slap 'em
Duct tape 'em, kidnap 'em
Cop a Rolly on 'em
Bust it down and wave your wrist at 'em
Before I turned twenty-one, I been savage
The dope fiends I'm cool with, they been addicts
This glow I got, I been had it
n***as think they rastas, they first time watching Shottas
Spot you like binoculars, pull up fresher than Binaca
I'm the fronto smoker, black version of Alejandro Sosa
Shoot up your party before it started, now it's over
Wild youngins, now we older
They smell that odor 'fore they pull us over
They ain't stopping sh*t, we tryna push the culture
n***as lose they life to these songs before the hook is over
(Yuh f**k)
You couldn't tell me right from no wrong, was never looking sober
I'm actually focused
Half these n***as wearing Fashion Nova (Weh!)
This is pimpin', go get that paper like your ass supposed to
