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letra de we nuh fraid - giggs

yo [?]
rich bumboclart, badness [?]
fully out in a dem face
unruly
boom

[verse 1: popcaan]
unruly, nah walk in without a gun
boy make talk [?]
chatter thumpin’ like [?] (woiii)
step in a tha dance with a gun pon’ me
greaze make mi eye red like campari
move ina london, like bob marley
make the ting dem beat like don corle (take take take!)
deadly force, man will make you boast
become bad man and rest the glock pon your nose
[?] expose
[?]
shank him
rifle then crank him
sn1 bumbaclart thugs ah top ranking
ooh she badness cross london and cling cling
bad bеfore little [?] a singe bling bling
makе duppy fast and mi gal sing sing
me nuh made riddim like andrew and din din
if i know gal p-ssy [?]
clart up de [?] til mi finger dem tremblin
mmm
[chorus: popcaan]
ooh boy dem a talk a lot
bad p-ssy, we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
nahhh
[?] for murder dat, hmm, murder dat
yeahhh
we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
hmm, we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
ahhh
we talk mi no murder dat
and you know say you murder dat
yeahhh

[verse 2: giggs]
can’t even spare no thoughts for them
i’m close to the edge i’m bored of them
you keep on taunting all my men
man-a-man’ll make sure you don’t walk again
lack of respect means back of his helmet
difficult trails
soft n-gga, just melted
fn got petrol with the blue tips
call that one blue suede shoes and get elvis’d (jeez)
patience, every man to his station
they can’t understand bad man conversation
confident, there’s no complication
you know these little nerds can’t take confrontation
tough set of gears, f-cked him up
these blood, sweat and tears, just for ideas
h always bring good stuff for your ears
just enough, big puffs we ah blaze
stand with the bosses, kick genies
bun wishes and ban magic carpets
hundred percentage, man’ll handle the garbage
handle them darts, sw-ng through the darkness
grams in the jar, touched him up
we stuck his neck, this man’s a giraffe
hands on my heart, strangle that
when we put a work on a man then we gone
[chorus: popcaan]
ooh boy dem a talk a lot
bad p-ssy, we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
nahhh
[?] for murder dat, hmm, murder dat
yeahhh
we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
hmm, we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
ahhh
we talk me no murder dat
[?] say you murder dat
yeahhh
we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
ooh we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
nahhh
we talk me no murder dat
[?] say you murder dat
yeahhh
treat
hmm, we nuh ‘fraid o’ dat
yeahhh
we talk me no murder dat

again, again

- giggs

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