UNDA DIRT (feat. Masicka & Tommy Lee)

Lyrics

Un-unruly
 Genahsyde, enuh
 Unruly
 Grung dem
 Money 'nuff, mi nah lie
 And it nah done
 Dem coulda run inna the church (grung)
 Killer, we guh put dem under dirt (grung)
 The pussy dem fi know me gun ah work
 And dem gyal dem haffi see me and go-
 Dem haffi see me and go twerk
 Dem coulda run inna di church (hoii)
 Killer, we guh put dem under dirt (grung, dem under dirt)
 The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
 And me bad from di fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)
 Wul on
 'Cah man ah fire first, we never yet pose
 Face gone dem want a-next nose
 Strap up with me owna tings
 The chrome ah rinse like wet clothes
 Gunshot when me catch foes
 Grave ah dig, dem gyal ah lef' rose
 Close range, yeah, we get close
 From we ah likkle bit ah bwoy me a mek ghost
 So me ah chill wid ah gyal 'pon the West Coast
 She ah sing fi di don 'til she get hoarse
 Money an' duppy we mek most
 Dem nuh like see we wrist and we neck froze
 An' we a-lock down the world and a-take shows
 Murder when time the 'Tec show
 Everybody know seh ah pussy dem deh
 And if night tun day dem expose, wul on
 Look inna e gun
 Man lay down flat and look inna e sun, wah gwan?
 Long time me tell you seh me tell you don't
 Me tell you dem just ah carry gun, wul on deh
 Look inna the gun, boom
 Shot bruk him foot as him run, wah gwan?
 Long time me tell you, don't, me tell you dem
 Them just ah carry gun
 Dem coulda run inna the church
 Killer, we guh put dem under dirt
 The pussy them fi know me gun ah work
 And them gyal dem haffi see me and go-
 Dem haffi see me and go twerk
 Dem coulda run inna di church (hoii)
 Killer, we guh put dem under dirt
 The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
 And me bad from di fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)
 The dawg dem run inna yuh house like ah inna Narcos
 Pussy haffi dead, even if them rush a gah Hope
 Prowl up an' me buss me gun inna him mouth
 One inna yuh face in front ah di court house (killer)
 Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (killer)
 Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (rich)
 Million, billion, trillion, dawg
 We ah killin' dem fi-di-di shi-lli-lling
 Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em
 Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em
 My frenny them run yuh dung, gun yuh dung
 Middle day willingly killin' 'em
 Rifle lif' up and a-buss
 Rise up di Ca-Calico
 Zoom up them head 'pon me scope
 Buss dem throat like goat
 Me nuh join lippin, or nuh runnin', or nuh joke
 Boy try run and ah nuh Bolt
 Boy skin bun and a-nuh coke, him shout out God a-nuh nuh oath
 Them coulda run inna di church
 Killer, we guh put them under dirt
 The pussy dem fi know me gun ah work
 And dem gyal them haffi see me and go-
 Dem haffi see me and go twerk
 Them coulda run inna the church (hoii)
 Killer, we guh put them under dirt
 The pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work
 And me bad from the fucking day me birth (woii-yoii)
 

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Song Details

Duration
03:18
Key
5
Tempo
140 BPM

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