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We Nuh Fraid (Remix) (feat. Bounty Killer and Popcaan)
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Credits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Giggs
Giggs
Künstler:in
Jason Neville Thompson
Jason Neville Thompson
Rap
Rodney Price
Rodney Price
Rap
Andrae Sutherland
Andrae Sutherland
Rap
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Andrae Sutherland
Andrae Sutherland
Texte
Jason Neville Thompson
Jason Neville Thompson
Texte
Paul Yebuah
Paul Yebuah
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Jazzwad
Jazzwad
Produzent:in

Lyrics

The Keys, fuck them up
These blood, sweat, and tears, just for ideas
That video you listening to right now, **** fuck
Ya, ya hear me? (Ya)
A rich bomboclat up on this, ya hear?
Fully hot inna dem face
Tell 'em don't get feisty, it's warlord
Unruly
Well, me take dem charge up and fall side anna Tesla
Me circle dem with bag a clip extension and extra
Hatch call dem dis a game, dem call me cat straight claw
Flip up a rifle, we sing sweeter than extra
Force deadly, me only force steady, go nah sing lone medley
Nip and a lone, ne dip from dem, dis guru dem and dem alone
Merry dem pass a pill for dem body, with rosary
Dem pray every walk a groan
Pussy dem holy, bad, weak, talk a tong
The Kalish **** make him cough a lung
Kick up his tail, then grip up, mister, what a dung
Boy, unruly in a walk without a gun
Boy, make talk as him talk, him drop a drum
Shut a thump him like Mike McCallum
Step in a the dance with my gun for me
Graze me my eye red like I'm party
Move in a London like Bob Marley
Meditating them be like Don Carley (boom, boom, boom)
Deadly force, man make you ghost
Pick a bad man, rest the glock pon your nose
Them no a read and write, when time they take it small
The piece of jay collect wollipa hole inna your clothes
Shank him, rifle them, crank him
SM1 bomboclat hogs a top, rank him
Pussy bad, mistress, London and Clinton
Bad before little Wayne, dem a sing bling-bling
Make love be fast and dem **** sink in
Me no make rhythm like Andrew and Ding-Ding
If a no girl pussy a the chigga man fling bling
Clat up the K 'til me finger them trembling
Many boy dem a talk a lot
But pussy we nuh afraid of that
Nah, we talk no for murder that
Mm, murder that
Yeah, we nuh afraid of that
Mm, afraid of that
Yeah, we talk no for murder that
If you no see a murder that
Happy events, spare no thoughts for them
I'm close to the edge and border them
You keep on taunting all my men (men)
Man a, man a make sure you don't walk again (ha-ha)
Lack of respect means back of his helmet
Difficult trails, soft **** just melt it
F ain't got petrol with the blue tips
Call that one blue suede shoes and get Elvis-ed
Impatient, every man to his station
They can't understand bad man conversation (ah)
Confident, there's no complication
You know these little nerds can't take confrontation
Tough surrogates, fucked 'em up
These bloods were in tears, just for ideas
H always bring good stuff for your ears
Just enough, big puffs for your beers
Stand with the bosses, kick genies
Burn wishes and burn magic carpets
Hundred percent, man who handle the garbage
Handle them dogs, swang through the darkness
Grams in the jar, them chat too much
He stuck his neck, this man's a giraffe
Hands on my heart, strangle that
When we put a work on a man then we gone
Many boy dem a talk a lot
But pussy we nuh afraid of that
Nah, we talk no for murder that
Mm, murder that
Yeah, we nuh afraid of that
Mm, afraid of that
Yeah, we talk no for murder that
If you no see a murder that
Yeah, we nuh afraid of that, we nuh afraid of that nuh
We talk we no murder that, you no see a murder that, yeah
We nuh afraid of that, yeah
We talk we nuh afraid of that, we nuh afraid of that nuh
We talk we no murder that, you no see a murder that
We talk we nuh afraid of that, you no see a murder that, yeah
Written by: Andrae Sutherland, Jason Neville Thompson, Paul Yebuah
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