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squash & daddy1 - g city run out كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1: squash]
shot a fire, man a holler out, “get low!” (get low)
shot up your bloodclaat friend, watch you dead slow (dead slow)
family and relative dem a bawl say, dem miss you
sorry, don’t let go (let go)
when g city run out

[verse 2: squash]
tell dem me no play_play
man run out with the ak
anything at all weh me see a get spray_spray
shot dem up, boy lay down inna clay_clay
mobay, dem know me no fear
no, me no scare
when g city run out

[verse 3: squash]
clap the kel_tec
.44 wheel and buss off
anuh sea, me see man a chuck off
see the road youth, get the f_ck off
press up the trigger ’til the fire pin bruk off
oh f_ck, 3 star, get your neck cut off
mi grandfather shotgun, lift it up, dust off
(bumboclaat)
boy a go dead from me buck dem inna the target
pull up with the ‘matic and make it hit a hard grip
simple ting, buss a head down a market
sh_ll down your place, melt down like chocolate
bumboclaat, can’t bother with the talk lip
no, no, no
when g city run out
g city run out
[verse 4: squash]
head l!ck the six far like a brian lara
t__th a run out with the llama
bumboclaat, right now, heart of drama
k!ll the mother, the father, the daughter
g city mi say, yo dawg, we gone a sparta
if some boy feel dem brave, tell dem fi test the water
bere crocs, dem marrow
from morning me a hunt a duppy, now me bruk mi ducks

[verse 5: daddy 1]
hold on pon the trigger, nozzle kick out like a jackie chan
rocket from from pakistan
clap it pon the ratty van
make boy a disappear like magician
blood a run like the soldier weh dive off of the ratty van
dead ’round the corner, squash clap him and me drop the bomb
what is wrong? drive by inna the vaxi van
dem think it’s a taxi man
a whole lot of zootoop make me clap it pon
[?] just drop the song

[verse 3: squash]
clap the kel_tec
.44 wheel and buss off
anuh sea, me see bere man a chuck off
see the road youth, get the f_ck off
press up the trigger ’til the fire pin bruk off
no talk
when g city run out
g city run out
[verse 6: squash]
me swear to god we no fear no boy with dem face wrinkle
that we mash up like a pringle
murder your bloodclaat, lef’ your woman really single
you shouldn’t get mi brain bringle
k!ll a boy inna middle day, dj sham you want a jingle?
dem no take me serious true me simple
a when the glock a kick
that a soccer kick
blood a drop, a drip
run inna macka stick
boy dead, when the glock a tic
fi the brand new glock a wha’ me buy a chip
fix, what a drop, a drip
with the rubber grip
fire bere copper bloodclaat and hollow tip
fi buss whole heap of head dawg, you know me have the scholarship
dem anuh gangsta, dem boy deh a swallow sh_t
when g city run out

- squash daddy1

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