Testo Bulla Head - Squash
Testo della canzone Bulla Head (Squash), tratta dall'album Bulla Head
Yow Shab Don
Yuh know wi nuh take nuh style enuh yuh hear dat
6ixx
Yuh know wi out here
Dem know mi cruel (Hmm)
Dem is a black rat
Love chat off dem likkle nasty mouth dem love fi yap
Everybody know dem anuh killer dem just a act
People ago say mi corrupt when mi full dem up a shot
Man a truck and gyal a duck and man a drive
Boy dead from di killer dem arrive
From mi a likkle juvenile mi nuh tek nuh style
Straight gyal tuh mi hood
Me no man me never ride
Salt spring, Tivoli a hundred rifle rise
Share likkle boy dinner different, cah wi nuh size
Me shub di draco through di window
Fred man a yuh a drive
Caah style nun addi 6ixx dem, none a wi nuh gay guy
Suh mi screechie pon ends, gun a peep through door
Aim up yuh bulla head, dat a bum pon floor
All when him drop, mi check if him face bore
Mi stand up over di body, gi' him di next load
One a try escape, run him dung breathless
Swagga nuh stop press, Keltec pop neck
And when mi shoot a boy, mi never tun weh mi head
Mi wull di 17 firm, till it connect di neck
Bobby 6ix have di SLR, weh a vintage
Anuh one pop wid nuh board wid nuh inches
Glock with di green light, dem swear seh a peenie
Magical with di mattic yuh disappear genie
Dem a try fi start a war, weh dem nuh ready fah
Sen' one mi gyal fi suck yuh hood, and mek she bury yuh
Glock a clap (pow) two outta di Jehrico
Buss dem head inna di shop, dem nuh know weh mi guh
Suh mi screenshie pon ends
Gun a peep thru door
Aim up yuh bulla head, dat a bum pon floor
All when him drop, mi check if him face bore
Mi stand up over di body, gie him di next load
Yah
Mi nuh fidget yeah mi legit
While dem a make talk, 6ix Boss a count digits
Mi nuh bats man, a dem gyal draws mi visit
Cah style wi, suck yuh mada wid yuh gimmicks
Di 6ix dem out here and wi never get timid
Wi nuh frighten fi screw face, wi nuh fear image
Leff bwoy dead and rotten out and stink like grunige
Wull heap a ute man leggo a road, suh pay man homage (pussy)
Wi out here man
Cyaa' style di 6ix Boss, yuh hear dat
Dirt headshot
Man a truck and gyal a duck and man a drive
Boy dead from di killer dem arrive
From mi a likkle juvenile mi nuh tek nuh style
Straight gyal tuh mi hood
Me no man me never ride
Salt spring, Tivoli a hundred rifle rise
Share likkle boy dinner different, cah wi nuh size
Me shub di draco through di window
Fred man a yuh a drive
Cyaa' style nun addi 6ixx dem, none a wi nuh gay guy
Suh mi screechie pon ends, gun a peep through door
Aim up yuh bulla head, dat a bum pon floor
All when him drop, mi check if him face bore
Mi stand up over di body, gi' him di next load
One a try escape, run him dung breathless
Swagga nuh stop press, Keltec pop neck
And when mi shoot a boy, mi never tun weh mi head
Mi wull di 17 firm, till it connect di neck
Bobby 6ix have di SLR, weh a vintage
Anuh one pop wid nuh board wid nuh inches
Glock with di green light, dem swear seh a peenie
Magical with di mattic yuh disappear genie
Dem a try fi start a war, weh dem nuh ready fah
Sen' one mi gyal fi suck yuh hood, and mek she bury yuh
Glock a clap (pow) two outta di Jehrico
Buss dem head inna di shop, dem nuh know weh mi guh
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Writer(s): Mario Hemmings, Andrae Whittaker
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