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G City Run Out lyrics with English Translations
[Intro: Squash]
Shot a fire, man a holler out, "Get low!" (Get low)
Shot up your bloodclaat friend, watch you dead slow (Dead slow)
Family and relative dem a bawl say, dem miss you
Sorry, don't let go (Let go)
When G City run out
Tell dem me no play-play
Man run out with the AK
Anything at all weh me see a get spray-spray
Shot dem up, boy lay down inna clay-clay
Mobay, dem know me no fear
No, me no scare
When G City run out
[Verse 1: Squash] Clap the Kel-Tec A no sea, me see man a chuck off See the road youth, get the f**k off Press up the trigger till the fire pin bruk off Oh f**k, 3 star, get your neck cut off Me grandfather shotgun, lift it up, dust off (Bomboclaat) Boy a go dead, from me buck dem inna the target Pull up with the 'matic and make it hit a hard grip Simple thing, buss a head down a market Shell down your place, melt down like chocolate Bomboclaat, can't bother with the tall clip No, no, no When G City run out G City run out
[Verse 2: Squash] Head lick the six far like a Brian Lara Teeth a run out with the llama Bomboclaat, right now, heart a drama Kill the mother, the father, the daughter G City me say, yo dawg, we gone a Sparta If some boy feel dem brave, tell dem fi test the water Bare Crocs, dem marrow, mango [?] From morning me a hunt a duppy, now me bruk me ducks
[Verse 3: Daddy 1] Hold on 'pon the trigger, nozzle kick out like a Jackie Chan Rocket from from Pakistan, clap it 'pon the ratty van Make boy a disappear like magician Blood a run like the soldier weh dive off of the ratty van Dead 'round the corner, Squash clap him and me drop the bomb What is wrong? Drive-by inna the vaxi van Dem think it's a taxi man A whole lot of zootoop make me clap it 'pon So [?], just drop the song
[Verse 1: Squash] Clap the Kel-Tec A no sea, me see bare man a chuck off See the road youth, get the f**k off Press up the trigger till the fire pin bruk off No talk When G City run out G City run out
[Verse 4: Squash] Me swear to God we no fear no boy with dem face wrinkle That we mash up like a Pringle Murder your bloodclaat, lef' your woman really single You shouldn't get me brain bringle Kill a boy inna middle day, DJ Sham you want a jingle? Dem no tek me serious true me simple A when the Glock a kick, tThat a soccer kick Blood a drop, a drip, run inna macka stick Boy dead, when the Glock a tic Fi the brand new Glock a weh me buy a chip Fix, what a drop, a drip With the rubber grip Fire bare copper bloodclaat and hollow tip Fi buss whole heap a head, dawg, you know me have the scholarship Dem a no gangsta, dem boy deh a swallow sh*t When G City run out
[Verse 1: Squash] Clap the Kel-Tec A no sea, me see man a chuck off See the road youth, get the f**k off Press up the trigger till the fire pin bruk off Oh f**k, 3 star, get your neck cut off Me grandfather shotgun, lift it up, dust off (Bomboclaat) Boy a go dead, from me buck dem inna the target Pull up with the 'matic and make it hit a hard grip Simple thing, buss a head down a market Shell down your place, melt down like chocolate Bomboclaat, can't bother with the tall clip No, no, no When G City run out G City run out
[Verse 2: Squash] Head lick the six far like a Brian Lara Teeth a run out with the llama Bomboclaat, right now, heart a drama Kill the mother, the father, the daughter G City me say, yo dawg, we gone a Sparta If some boy feel dem brave, tell dem fi test the water Bare Crocs, dem marrow, mango [?] From morning me a hunt a duppy, now me bruk me ducks
[Verse 3: Daddy 1] Hold on 'pon the trigger, nozzle kick out like a Jackie Chan Rocket from from Pakistan, clap it 'pon the ratty van Make boy a disappear like magician Blood a run like the soldier weh dive off of the ratty van Dead 'round the corner, Squash clap him and me drop the bomb What is wrong? Drive-by inna the vaxi van Dem think it's a taxi man A whole lot of zootoop make me clap it 'pon So [?], just drop the song
[Verse 1: Squash] Clap the Kel-Tec A no sea, me see bare man a chuck off See the road youth, get the f**k off Press up the trigger till the fire pin bruk off No talk When G City run out G City run out
[Verse 4: Squash] Me swear to God we no fear no boy with dem face wrinkle That we mash up like a Pringle Murder your bloodclaat, lef' your woman really single You shouldn't get me brain bringle Kill a boy inna middle day, DJ Sham you want a jingle? Dem no tek me serious true me simple A when the Glock a kick, tThat a soccer kick Blood a drop, a drip, run inna macka stick Boy dead, when the Glock a tic Fi the brand new Glock a weh me buy a chip Fix, what a drop, a drip With the rubber grip Fire bare copper bloodclaat and hollow tip Fi buss whole heap a head, dawg, you know me have the scholarship Dem a no gangsta, dem boy deh a swallow sh*t When G City run out
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