Credits

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Twain Gill
Twain Gill
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Twain Gill
Twain Gill
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Twain Gill
Twain Gill
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Lyrics

Matic up in a palm dark clouds and a storm Me Pop it off and a energy Fuck dem roll and dem drama Me aim a pint keep di flame a burn up All me here a murder but none a dem a na murderer rastclart Killer in a tongue me a chill Press and repressing me aim at a Target Bullet a fuck up a target Me forest press pon di trigger me na wait fi you Shut shut pussy me no take chat Mo ka bullet to head front and Bullet to Head back Six bullet in a barrel with end up in you na fi go injure when it bullet you heah back In a war when you see me enter Finger squeeze a pon di trigger when di Glock a crank up Blood clart me na Bill Clinton in war me love killing like Bush and Trump Trigger press when Glock in a hand Me pop it off es na safe di hammer a Jam Me paint and a aim matic it a balance blood spill out a head back and flowed out a ground Killing a me trade money makes me happy brain exit you head back look so pretty Trigger happy finger press me na chat With di matic a pree light fi it block Me burst it fi knock up a target while sick nah fuck me promise Head fi burst couple up in a chess So press pon it till it empty a new magazine Plug it up fi gi him bullet me na miss Di glock it dirty but me clean me a step with it me Busrt it fi him rest in peace no one miss him It's like di buddy did never did exist Loud wickedness increase di glock a spitting Flame Head top pitch off marrow splitting piece doctor doctor Stitch him please Bone crack Target it hit Badness increase me mad sick insane Dark clothes follow me a nah fuck rain Wai god him bring Matic me drop di safe and bullet a fling Dem na badda dan Hay yo thuggi step pon dem ends dirty Mad like Chucky burn up dem skin like Kentucky Instant death when me catch dem unlucky off guard Killi dem unknown a na taking no Charge Bones crack up copper go an take it all part Mad sick move like di narcotic From young young fi killing hay me Born addict When me much pon him man a Flash You na god you na devel you na immortal Bullet a chip out a flesh and man a bleed vertical Di sacrifice you make a fi di devil guard you him said you should have never leave unarmed Black trick and Magic screw on di extension Burst it up burst it up enemies long gone Fit up di matic way nickel you can't Dodge A no matrix Matic up in a palm dark clouds and a storm Me Pop it off and a energy Fuck dem roll and dem drama Me aim a pint keep di flame a burn up All me here a murder but none a dem a na murderer rastclart Killer in a tongue me a chill Press and repressing me aim at a Target Bullet a fuck up a target Me forest press pon di trigger me na wait fi you
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