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Diss Mi Friend

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So fucking bad and unruly
Hey Chrome me no tek chat from boy with a bladder hole
Haha ah di Peppa Skull
Yo Boogie Ranks
Real Hot Skull do weh dem waan do
M16 longer than bamboo
Diss man ah di grave unno gon' to
Haha, when ah di twin ah dem
AK dem start fi load
Not a man nor bus can cross di road
.50 caliber, whistle and talk di code
Ah Gaza run half the globe

If ya diss me friend y'ah dead back
Clap it, clap it, clap it, clap it
Ah di SK me use mek your bread stop
Gi' boy pass every fi go Dovecot
Shoot out your tongue from yuh love chat
Chrome we born bad, we nah pretend it
If me go start war, me can defend it
357 mek you scream like Tiffany
Bright light ah tell TJ seh him sick of me

Kwang kwang
Wit' di Bushmaster dat cause disaster
Yuh fucking try me ah shoot weh yah live off of
Some boy fi know ah we strength dem ah live off of
World boss mi father, the boss ah di Don Dada
Ask Tiff or Kimberly or Itana
When me bust me gun make it sing like Ciara
Shot back weh your head like Brian Lara
Den me pay money to mi damn lawyer

Diss me friend y'ah dead back
Rifle binds inna head tap
Ah di SK me use mek your bread stop
Gi' boy pass every fi go Dovecot
Shoot out your tongue from you love chat
Chrome we born bad, we nah pretend it
If me go start war me can defend it
357 mek you scream like Tiffany
Bright light ah tell TJ seh him sick of me

We born with bravery, Glock .40 and .12 guagey
We nuh beat man like slavery
Dem boy deh ah baby, Gangsta City thugs ah no lady
Full ah rifle like the Navy
Ay, so you know ah mad rass when me drive pass
Clap it, clap it, clap it M1 kill yah life fast
.45 shot move on your face fast
There's nowhere pon on di earth Poppy cyaan' walk

Diss me friend y'ah dead back
Rifle binds inna head tap
Ah di SK me use mek your bread stop
Gi' boy pass every fi go Dovecot
Shoot out your tongue from you love chat
Chrome we born bad, we nah pretend it
If me go start war me can defend it
357 mek you scream like Tiffany
Bright light ah tell TJ seh him sick of me


Writer/s: Andrae Sutherland