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Vybz Kartel
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Eagle
TJ, fucker dem lose dem senses or something
Something wrong with dem
Something wrong with dem
Dem lick dem head
Dem muss lick dem head
Something wrong with dem
Something wrong with dem
Waterford
Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast
Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past
Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross
Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha
Glory be to God, glory to the King
At your funeral, a choir that a sing
Give you two clip of rapid an' it bruk the fire pin
Knock it, mek him drop so me check him pocket
The bwoy d'even walk with a matic
A just feelings the pussy did a carry
Waterford man step out an' knock it 'pon him
Man a knee lift, a mussi Donald Quarrie
We do this easy, no hackle no inna this
Me nah have nowhere to lock so much rifle and so much matic
Gaza man alone have about two dozen matic
Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast
Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past
Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross
Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha
Glory be to God, glory to the King
At your funeral, a choir that a sing
Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin
Sidung 'pon dem ends like it is a office
Kotch it dem a load, SLR broke chalice
A must rapture this to bloodclart, man a vanish
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Six pants an knock with the M1 an couple Kalash
Do you feel it, Addi a the baddest
Me get the grizzly, from down in at the valley
Sherlock and brook valley nah tell you sorry
Riverton have sum bloodclat gun I carry
Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast
Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past
Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross
Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha
Glory be to God, glory to the King
At your funeral, a choir that a sing
Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin
Knock it, mek him drop so me check him pocket
The bwoy d'even walk with a matic
A just feelings the pussy did a carry
Waterford man step out an' knock it 'pon him
Man a knee lift, a mussi Donald Quarrie
We do this easy, no hackle no inna this
Me nah have nowhere to lock so much rifle and so much matic
Gaza man alone have about two dozen matic
Shot a spin like gyal a whine fast
Everybody' affi duck the eagle a fly past
Skin catch a fire vampire Christ cross
Man a run and a lick up inna dem one another, ha, ha
Glory be to God, glory to the King
At your funeral, a choir that a sing
Give you two clip of rapid an it bruk the fire pin
Glory be to God
Glory to the King
Glory to the King
Glory to the King
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