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Smif-N-Wessun - Sound Bwoy Bureill lyrics
Verse One: Boom bye byein a botty bwoy head the shottie fly nowthe botty ly like dead 2 shots dead to him chinenemy a friend fake the funkI put the junk to an end Now who da rude bwoywan come tess dogg I find his familyand I.D. em in da morgue 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 the boot camp clickin a de 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 wanna 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 DON'T...DON'T....DON'T you ever mention bout you wan tess the champion sound leave it to de people that can you know that can when people see them a ball fa LEAVE! Verse Two: Me naw sexme ruff like the wicked you fe me the motherfucker that be buggin over truth you see originalcriminalrun in towncrime pays thats when I practisedyour act ifyou wan get blasted by my nine shotcome around my blockpon the night spot in the Pine boxMurderah...Botty bwoy killaGolden powe |
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