The Gad Lyrics

Me bad before Kalash

Me don't need man to rate me

Mwaka boss give me strength

And that's why you hate me

P###y me nuh pedophile like you brother un greatly

Me don't have aids like your mother c##t flakes

P###y tell me that him bad but him love to send chat

Quarreling with dj's and artist on WhatsApp

Everybody know you fake like the wigs beauty max

Saint Lucia you cya come back

From the day your mother f##k the black African horse

Thats where she get the aids and only now you wanna talk

Your girl get f##k by me cousin Nytus

In the back of Burger King boy in a rubbish truck

You sell your Lucian accent to s##k Jamaican's c##k

And you never go Jamaica boy you is a flop

In Saint Lucia I am the dancehall boss

John the klong, you just a lil salop

Say your prayers

Who ah the Gad - Crocadile

Who ah the King - Crocadile

Who ah the klong - one boss

Who ah the deck deck - gang

Me ah the Gad - Crocadile

Who ah the King - Crocadile

Who ah the clone - one boss

Who ah the deck deck - gang

Shut your mouth up p###y

Bout man cya change their voice

P###y what me just do?

Bad mad sick, green witch

Bout man cya control

P###y let me show you

With a bag of bloodclat chat

You nuh speak facts

Stop put your face inna curly tams frock

You used to kneel down and pray to me every morning

And now you want to say me blaspheme boy

Me ah the Gad - Crocadile

Who ah the King - Crocadile

Who ah the klong - one boss

Who ah the fowl f##ker - gang

Me ah the Gad - Crocadile

Who ah the King - Crocadile

Who ah the kabweet - one boss

Who ah the deck deck - gang

Your reckless girlfriends up to now dem cya defend

Dem selves in a war

Dem scared like children

Stuck in a fowl cage dem cya come out again

Dem fraid of Crocadile like poul bwa fraid hens

Cooyah cya defend himself

So him cya defend you

You pose up like reptile food

Ready to get stew

You get bad mind Brixton

When Zoey buy me one show

And you vex because her sister never liked you

Boy I don't thieth man song

I turn that around

And I real, I not a fake Saint Lucian

Every Jamaican know you is a fake in England

You jealous of Kaveli you Jealous of Snake Man

Everyday you talking about man b###y like fassy

You sell your Lucian accent for one Jamaican ackee

When me rise the alien and double mouth shatti

Killa bulla die with the kabweet sunti

Who ah the Gad - Crocadile

Who ah the King - Crocadile

Who ah the klong - one boss

Who ah the deck deck - gang