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Triple Murda lyrics with English Translations
[Intro]
Yeah eh
Done dem Haha Gully Side Frass Man have a bag a enemies, so when me see dem, me fire first P**sy no gi' me no chat, man we give dem the fireworks March out with the 'K, we no care weh no guy a burst Hehe... him go buy a strap, we should a buy a hearse
[Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Shoot up the five and the six Hey, hey, hey, hey Hits after hits, after hits When me send out the hits dem no miss Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips Big 'matic with Rolex 'pon me wrist Triple murder 'pon me list
[Verse 1] Man will kill you and your 'omie We no lef' duppy lonely Bare killers deh 'round me We no lef' duppy lonely Gully Side a the Gad fi a thousand rifle Dem a suffocate, well, a now dem stifle Me go out dem life so Everything out a the clip me go give Turn your kids inna orphan, your wife inna widow Gully Gad no enemies no outlive you Nobody no deh deh fi forgive you Frass dem range up like grass hopper The HK chop dem up like gross wacker Me army fatigue, SLR, the war chopper Kick off dem head like the number five soccer Weh you think dem call me viper fah? Tell me weh dem f**k 'round the sniper fah? The p**sy friend dead and him a try a thing When the .40 a quiet him When a countless a duppy 'pon the fire pin The two a dem drop the same, dem die a twin Come a pose with gun, a mussi manikin The loud mouth weh love chat, me soon vanish him
[Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Shoot up the five and the six Hey, hey, hey, hey Hits after hits, after hits When me send out the hits dem no miss Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips Big 'matic with Rolex 'pon me wrist Triple murder 'pon me list
[Verse 2] Send body inna partition, to the mortician Triple murder 'pon the last mission Me stick to gun dem fi stick to party song Badman thing a no audition Not a bye gone, be bye gone, me ride on Him head back and him eye gone Him hard ears fi be me duppy from the guy born If you never waan dead, p**sy, why born?
[Outro] You hear this? Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips
Done dem Haha Gully Side Frass Man have a bag a enemies, so when me see dem, me fire first P**sy no gi' me no chat, man we give dem the fireworks March out with the 'K, we no care weh no guy a burst Hehe... him go buy a strap, we should a buy a hearse
[Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Shoot up the five and the six Hey, hey, hey, hey Hits after hits, after hits When me send out the hits dem no miss Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips Big 'matic with Rolex 'pon me wrist Triple murder 'pon me list
[Verse 1] Man will kill you and your 'omie We no lef' duppy lonely Bare killers deh 'round me We no lef' duppy lonely Gully Side a the Gad fi a thousand rifle Dem a suffocate, well, a now dem stifle Me go out dem life so Everything out a the clip me go give Turn your kids inna orphan, your wife inna widow Gully Gad no enemies no outlive you Nobody no deh deh fi forgive you Frass dem range up like grass hopper The HK chop dem up like gross wacker Me army fatigue, SLR, the war chopper Kick off dem head like the number five soccer Weh you think dem call me viper fah? Tell me weh dem f**k 'round the sniper fah? The p**sy friend dead and him a try a thing When the .40 a quiet him When a countless a duppy 'pon the fire pin The two a dem drop the same, dem die a twin Come a pose with gun, a mussi manikin The loud mouth weh love chat, me soon vanish him
[Chorus] Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Shoot up the five and the six Hey, hey, hey, hey Hits after hits, after hits When me send out the hits dem no miss Hey, hey, hey, hey Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips Big 'matic with Rolex 'pon me wrist Triple murder 'pon me list
[Verse 2] Send body inna partition, to the mortician Triple murder 'pon the last mission Me stick to gun dem fi stick to party song Badman thing a no audition Not a bye gone, be bye gone, me ride on Him head back and him eye gone Him hard ears fi be me duppy from the guy born If you never waan dead, p**sy, why born?
[Outro] You hear this? Clips after clips, after clips Clips after clips, after clips
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