ฟังเพลงUNDA DIRT (feat. Masicka & Tommy Lee) (Explicit)

Song: UNDA DIRT

Artist: Popcaan Featuring Tommy Lee Sparta & Masicka

Lyrics: Popcaan, Tommy Lee Sparta & Masicka

Composer: Christopher James Hamer, MiniE5 & Stephen Hicham Ched-Di

Mhmmmm

Un-unruly

Genahsyde enuh

Unruly

Grung dem

Money nuff, mi nah lie

And it nah done

Dem coulda run inna di church (Grung)

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung)

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh

Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk

Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt (Grung, dem under dirt)

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)

Wul on

Cah man ah fire first

Wi never yet pose

Face gone dem want ah next nose

Strap up with mi owna tings

Di chrome ah rinse like wet clothes

Gunshot when mi ketch foes

Grave ah dig, dem gyal ah lef' rose

Close range, yeah wi get close

From mi ah likkle bit ah bwoy mi a mek ghost

Suh mi ah chill wid ah gyal pon di West coast

An' she ah sing fi di don til she get hoarse

Money an' duppy we mek most

Dem nuh like see wi wrist and wi neck froze

An wi a lock down the world and ah tek 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 mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh

Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun (Wul on deh)

Look inna the gun (Boom)

Shot bruk him foot as him run

Wah gwan

Long time mi tell yuh seh mi tell yuh doh

Mi tell yuh dem just ah carry gun

Dem coulda run inna di church

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh

Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk

Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)

Di dawg dem run inna yuh house like ah inna Narcos

Pussy affi dead, even if dem rush yuh gah Hope

Prowl up an mi buss mi gun inna him mouth

O-One inna yuh face infront ah di court house (Killa)

Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Killa)

Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em (Rich)

Million, billion, trillion

Dawg wi ah killin' dem fi-li-li shi-lli-lling

Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em

Killin' 'em, killin' 'em, killin' 'em

My fre-le-len de-le-lem run yuh dung, gun yuh dung

Middle day wi-lli-lling killin' 'em

Rifle lif' up and ah buss

Rise up di Ca-Calico

Zoom up dem head pon mi scope

Buss dem throat like goat

Mi nuh join lippin', or nuh runnin', or nuh joke

Boy try run and anuh Bolt

Boy skin bun and anuh coke

Him shout out God anuh nuh oath

Dem coulda run inna di church

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And dem gyal dem haffi see mi and guh

Dem haffi see mi and guh twerk

Dem coulda run inna di church (Hoii)

Killa wi guh put dem under dirt

Di pussy dem fi know mi gun ah work

And mi bad from di fucking day mi birth (Woii-yoii)