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Eze, Eze
Eze
Hot
Eze, yalla ride pon cock (yeah)
Inna di Cadillac (yeah)
Do di march, make e legs uptack
Half white class, get e beat that bad
Tell you a sing like song
This who must e rank like Ram
Have somebody gyal pon a back shot
Skillz, Eze, spaceship drop black
Who speak, cyaan' catch me a dova
Anyan weekech di hangover
Fuck dem gyal, dem hang it over
White anunna di know lah
Breakthrough badness dem a coward
Catch two body and full it forward
Yowda a boy drag
Raider uptown, three Philippine gyal
Bobby dem di killa, never fuck doll
Yuh can't send call me 'cause me no love man
Ray and him never make e pussy dem bad
Curfew six o'clock, lock chat
Rifle shot, shot we have e buy box
Touch a poor mora fi carry tear, sah
Di pussy dem fade as batter
A gun lift up, make e eye a water
Di six pants an a Balenciaga
Di gun trip up but nuh use charger
Laser up and e trigger socker
Big man dead when e mini K bus
Big man dead when e mini K bus
Big man dead when e mini K bus
Big man dead when e mini K bus
Cammy, wild bus clash
Dem talk like car when e crash
Must be a gun, fuck me a gyal
Girlfriend dem a criminal, make me a cash
Nuh fuck with e gang
AK fire, brrt, like I'm a tank
Violate mad, mad, mad, mad, mad, madrass
Shoot dem up fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast, fast
Dem gay gun jump out, dem man gun shot jump out
Shoulda stopped on your mouth, and my gun mi run out
Boy skull top bust out, M16 bust out throat
Gun long like light pulse, make dem bleed 'til dem cold
Call Tommy Grim Reaper, him rip dem soul
E sixteen den nose, but di fifteen weh fold
And mi chop dem up like a mi hit, min suck dem bone
Big kid dang cold, gun shot stick suck dem close
Make blood bleed through dem clothes, make dem piss up dem clothes
Mi kick out dem dumb gyal, Bal Jesus, she know
Him nah reach back him home, him gyal real fat six-foot
And we start it off, dem pack we gone with gun
East side is rough, dog, ride midnight 'til top
'Til boy fi fun, we gun, criss like Christmas
You can't if you nuh want that
The six-pounds on the head feel all tall
AK lean up, lips up on the wall
You nuh full a gun like we, you nuh want that
Done like done, done one, done us, done gang
Bam dash, bam and shot her man, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam, bam
Beat di chopper with di drum like bandsman
Squeeze out one lock, dem go feel up on girls, yeah