Horrid1, Savo, Boy Boy, Black Haze - Ready lyrics
[Horrid1, Savo, Boy Boy, Black Haze - Ready lyrics]
Trinibad
Dem never ready
All of my links dem steady
Bare duppy like Chucky and Freddy
Them unu medi
Send one five to my yute and squeeze pong out them jelly
It sing like Kelly
Kick shot like Pele
Nuff of dem boy can't find when me buss the carbine
Pussy who na deaf garn blind
Nuff gun scatter pon line
Like dem never ready big .45 pon mi belly
When we touch the road uno the place get shelly
Boy say the gun fake like Makavelli
Send to his head make it stink and smelly
See me evil and me wicked and me fuck up like Freddy
Diss Huncho Sav'O you must be silly
Run up on boy with the K and the milly
Stick my rambo knife in your head and your belly
My nigga into killing
What we start we're gonna finish
Stick my rambo knife in your chest if you're dissing
Lift the clip at your head let it rip and I ain't missing
Any boy violates then blood starts spilling
When the spins starts spinning
So when I catch you I'ma kill the gyal to go chop off his head when she links him
Bring the badness to London I'm with it
Dem never ready
All of my links dem steady
Bare duppy like Chucky and Freddy
Them unu medi
Send one five to my yute and squeeze pong out them jelly
It sing like Kelly
Kick shot like Pele
Nuff of dem boy can't find when me buss the carbine
Pussy who na deaf garn blind
Nuff gun scatter pon line
So much violence they can't even tame it
This rambo knife has left several niggas on the pavement
I'm dangerous try run up on a nigga up close and blaze him hold it steady
We ain't shaking my nigga blaze him this big corn rearrange him
I'm on my block with some killers on a everyday ting
Man I really get busy with it flingy with it
**** ain't chingy with it he ran back and watched my fucking niggas get drilly with it
Fi di game pon di main
Squeeze in your face til the place bright light up
You feel ya brave gunshot bite ya no the butcher to come slice ya The .38 operate like django
Lift up up the gun come big like rambo we na play for the war guns rise up we will leave your body dutty and disguise ya
Dem na ready where send them they go cemetery morgue
Get shot from dilly delly my dargs evil ready to kill people darg yeah kill people darg catch them pon di main and squeeze it off yh dem dere
Dem never ready
All of my links dem steady
Bare duppy like Chucky and Freddy
Them unu medi
Send one five to my yute and squeeze pong out them jelly
It sing like Kelly
Kick shot like Pele
Nuff of dem boy can't find when me buss the carbine
Pussy who na deaf garn blind
Nuff gun scatter pon line
Like dem never ready big .45 pon mi belly
When we touch the road uno the place get shelly
Boy say the gun fake like Makavelli
Send to his head make it stink and smelly
See me evil and me wicked and me fuck up like Freddy
Diss Huncho Sav'O you must be silly
Run up on boy with the K and the milly
Stick my rambo knife in your head and your belly
My nigga into killing
What we start we're gonna finish
Stick my rambo knife in your chest if you're dissing
Lift the clip at your head let it rip and I ain't missing
Any boy violates then blood starts spilling
When the spins starts spinning
So when I catch you I'ma kill the gyal to go chop off his head when she links him
Bring the badness to London I'm with it
Dem never ready
All of my links dem steady
Bare duppy like Chucky and Freddy
Them unu medi
Send one five to my yute and squeeze pong out them jelly
It sing like Kelly
Kick shot like Pele
Nuff of dem boy can't find when me buss the carbine
Pussy who na deaf garn blind
Nuff gun scatter pon line
So much violence they can't even tame it
This rambo knife has left several niggas on the pavement
I'm dangerous try run up on a nigga up close and blaze him hold it steady
We ain't shaking my nigga blaze him this big corn rearrange him
I'm on my block with some killers on a everyday ting
Man I really get busy with it flingy with it
**** ain't chingy with it he ran back and watched my fucking niggas get drilly with it
Fi di game pon di main
Squeeze in your face til the place bright light up
You feel ya brave gunshot bite ya no the butcher to come slice ya The .38 operate like django
Lift up up the gun come big like rambo we na play for the war guns rise up we will leave your body dutty and disguise ya
Dem na ready where send them they go cemetery morgue
Get shot from dilly delly my dargs evil ready to kill people darg yeah kill people darg catch them pon di main and squeeze it off yh dem dere
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