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Dead Bwoy Leroy lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Tru Ambassador Music
Only kid inna the war weh the goat dem a curry 'pon your bloodclaat nine night
Kidnap your mumma when she go fi view your dead body dung a bright light
Vampire badness
P**sy, you watch too much Twilight
Me have too much gun, so fi live inna the cabin a no the right size
[Chorus] A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Verse 1] Bombohole! Buss him head with the Benilli Breed your gyal, but a you she gi' the belly Your last youth favour me Tell the demon Satan 'fraid a me A the whole Jamaica waan gun him dung When dem see Sean Kingston a rub him down Pliers pull teeth out a f**king gum The demon say 'mhm', like a dumb him dumb (hehe) Press the trigger mek the Uzi repeat Famine, a when your gyal no gi' your p**sy fi eat A she run him head, she tell the p**sy go sleep A we buss him head, me mek a juvi' go dweet You nah fly, so you nah mek no damn money And nothing nah too gwaan fi scam money (heh) Somebody tell Leroy Russel, mek sure a no batty him a hustle Grow up in a house full a Christian But mek me tell you how him tun demon A true, dem catch him 'pon a priest strong P**sy, you no straight, a wha' do uncle she mon No call no man name, 'cause a me one Hype him a look off a Gully and V-Clan Man circle your region, squeeze one Muma jay bawl out, "Jeezam Peezam"
[Chorus] A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Verse 2] Me no fire two grains a the whole rice bag dem a get No hashtag bwoy, a toe tag dem a get Life the Sparta dog dem a fret P**sy dead when the Patriots dem a step Yeah me short, but p**sy, me no short a gun Him answer because him thing water dung (heh!) Nah no lyrics and war no done Which gun microphone inna hand him a grip Full a tough talk when him a chat inna hit Yah p**sy so your f**king head the 'matic a split If him a call me bait, that mean Tommy a fish Tattoo pan your face, man a go knife it out Portmore the rifle dem rise eh done Nozzle big like the big p**sy gyal weh your wife enuh
[Chorus] Mek me see you then Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Outro] F**ker A moment of silence
[Chorus] A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Verse 1] Bombohole! Buss him head with the Benilli Breed your gyal, but a you she gi' the belly Your last youth favour me Tell the demon Satan 'fraid a me A the whole Jamaica waan gun him dung When dem see Sean Kingston a rub him down Pliers pull teeth out a f**king gum The demon say 'mhm', like a dumb him dumb (hehe) Press the trigger mek the Uzi repeat Famine, a when your gyal no gi' your p**sy fi eat A she run him head, she tell the p**sy go sleep A we buss him head, me mek a juvi' go dweet You nah fly, so you nah mek no damn money And nothing nah too gwaan fi scam money (heh) Somebody tell Leroy Russel, mek sure a no batty him a hustle Grow up in a house full a Christian But mek me tell you how him tun demon A true, dem catch him 'pon a priest strong P**sy, you no straight, a wha' do uncle she mon No call no man name, 'cause a me one Hype him a look off a Gully and V-Clan Man circle your region, squeeze one Muma jay bawl out, "Jeezam Peezam"
[Chorus] A .32 inna the clip and me a gi' you dem Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Verse 2] Me no fire two grains a the whole rice bag dem a get No hashtag bwoy, a toe tag dem a get Life the Sparta dog dem a fret P**sy dead when the Patriots dem a step Yeah me short, but p**sy, me no short a gun Him answer because him thing water dung (heh!) Nah no lyrics and war no done Which gun microphone inna hand him a grip Full a tough talk when him a chat inna hit Yah p**sy so your f**king head the 'matic a split If him a call me bait, that mean Tommy a fish Tattoo pan your face, man a go knife it out Portmore the rifle dem rise eh done Nozzle big like the big p**sy gyal weh your wife enuh
[Chorus] Mek me see you then Your friend try run, but me kill your friend Threat a sup'm me no send If a no M.V.P., p**sy you no trend First me fire 22, then me gi' you 10 Me you a pree, so me kill you then P**sy, dem nah get day throw, dem a throw bait Dem a dancehall fishermen
[Outro] F**ker A moment of silence
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