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letra de vawulence - naira marley

[intro]
[?]
(this is crazy)
(oh, yeah)

[verse 1: naira marley]
turn a q to a ounce (ounce)
turn a ounce to a nine (nine)
and the nine turned to a box (box)
and the box came with a strap (strap)
strap came in the box (box)
the gun’s real, not props (props)
put your main man in a box (box)
f-ck around, get got (got)
[chorus: naira marley]
we the kids your mama warned you about (we’re violent)
what the f-ck you really talkin’ ’bout? (gangster move in silence)
otr, you know i’m on the run (f-ck the trident)
we the kids your mama warned you about (n-gga, we’re violent)

[verse 2: naira marley]
and i stay on my gang sh-t
big d-ck energy, big d-ck bandit
when we pull up, that’s tragic
caught three ones yеah, that’s a hat trick
violate, get quick responsе (yeah-yeah)
dem no say toys”r”us (uh-uh)
dem no want war with us
if put the whistle on it, you won’t hear no noise
all you hear is
you didn’t hear sh-t, right?
get the job done right
top striker, nuh miss and shoot with right

[chorus: naira marley]
we the kids your mama warned you about (we violent)
what the f-ck you really talkin’ about? (gangster move in silence)
otr, you know i’m on the run (f-ck the trident)
we the kids your mama warned you about, (n-gga, i’m violent)
[verse 3: naira marley]
turn a mansion to a bando (bando)
turn amapiano to a gang song (gang song)
i’m the n-gga you can count on
ak, tech, mac, no laptop (ah)
they try ride, dey crash, dey dash, i laugh
who’s that? see a opp, reverse
work rate mad, i should man of the match
how many man have i put underground?
shoot in amiri like kayflock
how many man have we sent to baba, god?
ah, 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 sh-t like -n-s, uh
l’s for london and lagos
p’s for peckham and f’s for famous

[chorus: naira marley, backroad gee]
we the kids your mama warned you about
what the f-ck you really talkin’ ’bout?
otr you know i’m on the run (otr, otr, otr)
we the kids your mama warned you about (tools up, tools up, tools up)

[verse 4: backroad gee]
when it’s war, separate the boys from men (skrrt)
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’ma slap him, attack him
on a vandam ting, them kids can’t hack it
otr, free the guys can’t play with us, why?
cah shh got bun
more action, less chattin’
need more woosh for the splatterin’s
like my boy said, “cha pon dem”
whaum to them?
vroom-skrrt, 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
[outro]
(this is crazy)

- naira marley

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