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Smif-N-Wessun - Wrektime lyrics
Verse One: Boom bye byeto a sound bwoy head we dont promote no nasty mandem hav fi dead Givin him 2 shots dead to him chinenemy a friend fake the funkI put the junk to an end Now who da rude bwoywan tess de O.G. I find his familyto identify he I bet you never thought I bust led To prizeI'm a fortified blunt head just like a dread You cant tess the champion soundYou gettin bucked down recognize my boot camp clickoutta Bucktown Gun thirsty little bastardalways blasted from the sess of chocolatefrom my dick gastin You say you number one wicked selecta I say you punaniand I wetcha Keep the bullbefore I pull this here trigga cause you don't wanna tess mewhen I'm tipsy off the liquor Like a punk they call McGirtgot his feelings hurt showed his true colorshad to yank up his skirt now he's in miserytryin to cop a plea led to his headfrom gun clapper number 3 seelick off a shot you no dick rida lick a shot punaninot gun fire Now everybody wan be dongongon all around New York niggas be talkinbut we be stalkin in the docks when the gun starts buckin but in the daybe wary of where you be walkin Chorus You see Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun Its the Boot Camp Click and you your gettin done me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun it's the Blackhart Scavenger you know your gettin done me sing Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun tess Smif N Wessun rasta know your gettin done but me say Sound Bureil and we dont take dat fi fun tess de Boot Camp Click and you know your gettin done me sing.... Verse Two: Me naw sexme ruff like the wic |
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