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lirik lagu charlie p - glock

[chorus: irah]
wi ah bomboclaat bad people from wi born
any boy diss, get copper and corn
in a bloodclaat war, no boy wi nah warn
everyting dead by bloodclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
two inna dem head, bombohole life gone

[verse 1: charlie p]
yo, watch how mi pen ah start write up (write up)
wi nuh need no ghostwriter
.19 fi grow and rise up (rise up)
yo big corn, super size up
watch how di gyal ah start line up (line up)
promoter know the dance get nice up (bah)
people start hype and wile up (wile up)
so dem affi write big invites now (wah?)
dem know the show ah get sh~ll down (sh~ll down)
charlie p, name ah ring bell now
girl dem ah go bend a whole way down (way down)
yo top floor, know that’s where wi stay now (truss)
no mi cyaan sit down or lay down
big man nah go ramp nor play now
dem bwoy fi likkle in the playground
done it like tyson inna di eighth round
mi nah wan’ one z, no mi wan’ eight pound
import, come straight from the plane now
wi can use bitcoin, wi can use paypal
mi nah mean pen pal, when mi start write down
only write my lyrics when the sun’s down
when the sun’s up, haffi get mi funds up
my ting ah stay clean and untouched
your gyal ah text mi, mi send a thumbs up

[verse 2: yung saber]
wah we tell dem?
whole heap ah [?] mi darg dem a farmer (yes)
what we call dat, bombohole slaughter
boy drop down, l!ck him dead like him faada (dead)
look like dem run outta water
mi nuh hear no chattin’, some boy fi just dead (dead)
hotstepper when di rum buss inna mi head
irah, wah we tell dem?
a’we run badness in england, ya deaf?
badness run in mi brain, wah yuh feel like?
shut your bomboclaat mout’, wah yuh feel like?
[?] dem, wit’ mi bredda dem, wah yuh feel like? (kuff)
cousin dem have di wallaleng, bang bang bang
badness run in mi brain, wah yuh feel like? (feel like)
shut your bomboclaat mout’, wah yuh feel like?
[?] dem, wit’ mi bredda dem, wah yuh feel like?
cousin dem have di wallaleng, bang, bang
all the gyaldem want me (yes)
they wan’ ride on my donkey (true)
i’m famous (i’m famous), better speak to me properly (speak to me properly)
when i said english ting (english ting), i need all the english wom’ (yes)
english boy in the paper, all the way in jamaica
[chorus: irah]
wi ah bomboclaat bad people from wi born
any boy diss, get copper and corn
in a bloodclaat war, no boy wi nah warn
everyting dead by bloodclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
everyting dead by bomboclaat dawn
two inna dem head, bombohole life gone

- lirik lagu charlie p

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