Naira Marley – Vawulence (feat. BackRoad Gee) Lyrics

Naira Marley – Vawulence (feat. BackRoad Gee) Lyrics
Vawulence
Naira Marley (feat. BackRoad Gee)
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    "Vawulence." - Naira Marley (feat. BackRoad Gee)

    Album: Vawulence (feat. BackRoad Gee) - Single
    Track No: 01
    This is crazy
    Turn a Q to ounce
    Turn a ounce to a 9
    And the 9 turned to a box
    And the box came wit' a strap
    Strap came in the box
    The guns real not props
    Put ur main man in a box
    Fuck around, get got
    We da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)
    What the fuck you really talking 'bout? (Gangster move in silence)
    OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
    We da kids your mama warned you about (****, we're violent)
    And I stay on my gang shit
    Big dick energy, big dick bandit
    When we pull up that's tragic
    Caught 3 in 1's yeah, that's hat trick
    Violate get quick response
    Dem no say Toys R Us
    Dem no want war with us
    If I put the whistle on it you won't hear no noise
    All u hear is
    You didn't hear shit right
    Get the job done right
    Top striker nuh miss and I shoot with right
    We da kids your mama warned you about (We violent)
    What the fuck you really talking about? (Gangster move in silence)
    OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)
    We da kids your mama warned you about (****, I'm violent)
    Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)
    Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)
    I'm the **** you can count on
    Ak , tech , Mac - no laptop
    They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh
    Who's that? See an opp, reverse
    Work rate mad I should man of the match
    How many man have I put underground?
    Shoot in Amiri like kayflock
    How many man have we sent to Baba God
    Let's mind the business that pay us
    I'll send Kickz to your door like ASOS
    Let me explain why they hate us
    Never mind, dem full of shit like anus
    L is for London and Lagos, P is for Peckham and the F is for famous
    We the kids your mama warned you about
    What the fuck you really talking 'bout?
    OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)
    We the kids your mama warned you about
    When it's war, separate the boys from men
    Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here
    Real steppas over here
    Brick boys over here
    Drug dealers over here
    Boy, stay over there
    I'm slap him attack him
    On a Vandam ting, them kids can't hack it
    OTR, free the guys cant play with us, why
    Cah shh got bun
    More action, less chatting
    Need more woosh for the splatterin's
    Like my boy said, "Cha pon dem"
    Whaum to them?
    Vroom skrr, we there in a sec
    I'm the kid you're mum warned you about
    Outside ain't safe, boy hold it down
    King Brukutu I'm live in the flesh
    When he got shot, I was there
    This is crazy
    It's Spyramix

    Writer(s): Azeez Fashola & Shandy bongwala bombusa.

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