You're quick for shots but, hot of the buckle of the sweet of the victory
That's why we a gwaan holy fi the kings of We coulda grab, we coulda loot, we coulda shoot
And gwaan with all type of things and take your love
But all my to the vex cause you lose when I'm so dry
And I ain't marron boy Turn up the price with the value
Inna the book of life we put it all
We don't want no friend if a no judge on you
Yeah your love is so afraid