Streets Hot Lyrics
- Genre:Reggae
- Year of Release:2024
Lyrics
You nah see street hot
So me haffu stay cold
How you kill off a 15 old
Just lost two me dawgs so me heart pan low
But me a tell you who yo dawg who feels m it knows
Cuz it hurt dawg fi see another breeda end inna up dirt dawg
From marble days to new Germans
Haffu eat food mask with di turban
Out and make this bread
Me nah wait pan karma
Boi haffu hurt from them try bring trauma
Chip Glock fi pedofiles and informer
Shot Lego hot inna head like sauna
Try forgive but cyan Lego from e past dawg
And we still a run e place yo dawg like Starbucks
Dolce & gobanna yh we tap wear Zara
Out and a make this bread
Cyan make the same miskakes
Jah know me cyan take hell
Done say goodbye to bout countless friends
1 of us die we need thousand dead
None wey we do cyan numb this pain
Till a Memba all them fuck up days
This a come from heart dawg
Me a tell uno bout my trauma
Lost nuff dawgs all dung to me father
Care ful cuz ya cyan tek past back
See my dawg get shot done Dey a last lap
Show me say none a we nah immortal
Haffu Chad pan di road caution
Send two prayer and visit two pastor
Private jet fi a charter
Me roll with king ping daughter
Haffu do it bigger than my father
Vaca dung mode dung Dey a Gibraltar
Two Spani bitch pan contract
Balcony sex deyya malta
Splash Hennessy pan di strong back
Yh we global like atlas
Out and a make this bread
Cyan make the same miskakes
Jah know me cyan take hell
Done say goodbye to bout countless friends
1 of us die we need thousand dead
None wey we do cyan numb this pain
Till a Memba all them fuck up days
A run from cops in some fucked up place
You nah see street hot
So me haffu stay cold
How you kill off a 15 old
Just lost two me dawgs so me heart pan low
But me a tell you who yo dawg who feels m it knows
Cuz it hurt dawg fi see another breeda end inna up dirt dawg
From marble days to new Germans
Haffu eat food mask with di turban
Out and make this bread
Cyan make the same miskakes
Jah know me cyan take hell
Done say goodbye to bout countless friends
1 of us die we need thousand dead
None wey we do cyan numb this pain
Till a Memba all them fuck up days
A run from cops in some fucked up place
Yo Dadli boss
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