Naira Marley – Vawulence Ft. Backroad Gee (Mp3 Download, Lyrics)
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Vawulence Lyrics by Naira Marley Ft. Backroad Gee
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 your 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 (Nigga, 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
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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 you 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 (Nigga, I’m violent)
Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)
Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)
I’m the nigga 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 have I put underground?
Shoot in Amiri like Kay Flock
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 da 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 da 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 chattings
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 … got shot, I was there
This is crazy
