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Mavado
Performer
Jahmiel
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mavado
Songwriter
Jahmiel
Songwriter
Lyrics
Done know how the thing go
Oh, oh
Straight
First thing
Mama tell me say, me born special
And fi that dem rather waan see me suffer
Just like they did to Jesus
See dem kill him in front him own mother
Look wha' Cain do to Abel (yeah man)
And the two a dem was brother
How me fi trust another
Won't even trust me shadow
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall
One bag a gun wul me up (suck your mother)
Right now me hot like (hahaha)
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight (seen)
Rifle shot fold dem up
Some are wise and some otherwise
But a one shot close dem eyes
Really (really)
Badness
Nah gi' dem, no other dime
Man a full dem up a dolla coin
Ride off on wheelie (wheelie)
The brawlers gun related
Lef' bwoy grung related
White like [?]
So dem bone white
Hey
Bumbohole mussi think say badness can't stop
Or your skin too though fi .45 shot
And inna your head the marrow drop inna your lap
Tough, one inna your mouth a better seh you 'top chat
Pussy stop tek badness to SnapChat
Spanish Town road stingers to ratback
The brawlers put a rifle a every hotspot
Lef de murder rate higher than any crack spot
Tell dem badness can't stop again
Straight copper dem
Kill dem, flowers haffi plant up a dem
Dem no bad a song, grasshopper dem
Body stink, yo na see the place raas hot again
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall
One bag a gun wul me up (yeah man)
Right now me hot like (hahaha)
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight
Rifle shot fold dem up
Inna badness a one way in go tell dem no way out
De rifle dem lock man mek we hear dem out
We no buy box a shot, dem haffi wait dem out
The rifle dem love, dem could a hear dem shout
Stink in the morning, when jancrow a fly don't think gawling
Funeral again and people bawling, but
Say da gyal go call him
Sun down till dust up, a so the thing dem a bust up
Finger 'pon the trigger that a touch up, mash up
Mini 14 lef' you crush up
Wen yo see de red pon bwoy shirt a no Ketchup
The crime rate keep running up
God and gun a my only luck
Fuck all a who waan see the Ras' fall
One bag a gun wul me up (you mad, you seen)
Right now me hot like
Nah mek dem cool me off
Try run in inna me spotlight
Rifle shot fold dem up
Some are wise and some otherwise
But a one shot close dem eyes
Really (really)
Badness
Nah gi' dem, no other dime
Man a full dem up a dolla coin
Ride off on wheelie
Writer(s): Jamiel Foster, David Brooks, Jordan Gregory Mcclure, David Spencer Hayle
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