Mi Born and grow as a souldjah as sound killa
Set up ur funeral, ‘ca u a Dead tonite
Miggle of di night
Full a vibe
Full a style
Bass line bun up u belly like u get shot Twice
pass di mike
U cyan feel weh me a feel when I hear dis likkle idiot pon di version lemmi explaine what I feel
Rifle shot
Dj u scream a lot
Like u gyal
When she send mi her picture pon wazzup (pussy fat)
Pram pram
Mi nah write a song in a one month
Bag a lyrics bag a tune
People call mi di white boss
Dont Trust nobody
Holy bible holy g
Dis music is like a Uzi
Ina mi hand so don’t Diss mi
Stand strong ina di street
U cyaan find mi pon tv
Guess who’s back
Attila di baddiest dj of italy
Mi Born and grow as a souldjah as sound killa
Set up ur funeral, ‘ca u a Dead tonite
U nuh have no money
U nuh have no gyal
U nuh have no lyrics
Likkle bwoy U Mussi mad
U a juss a duppy bad mind
U nuh have nuh hype
U juss a dibidibi dj
