Hype (Nah Change)

Dem know seh wi hype nuh bomboclaat
Dem know seh wi facey
The world know mi a dark young quenger
Anything fi go down mi ready yea
Wi wuk hard fi wi bomboclaat things
Wi nuh sorry fi bwoy weh lazy

Dem know seh wu hype nuh bomboclaat
Suh wi stay and wi naw change
Vendetta clean everyday
Yo know mi nuh play
Yo naw run no pussy get the fuck out a mi way
Nuh frighten fi gyal pretty face or shape
And mi don't licky, licky, mi nuh know how pussy taste
Mi don't frenny, frenny, nobody mi don't rate
Nuh beg mi nothing dawg I'll spit in a yo face
And yo come a look fi mi a bleach a mi gate
Copper, copper, weh mi fire bring yo back to yo base
Fuck all a the money
Fuck all a the fame
Although mi bleach
Yow mi dawg just the same
Mi spend money nough
More time money left back
Not even that cyaa meck mi change
Man straight forward a nuh ball game
Nuh please people a nuh my thing
If mi nuh know you tan in a fi you lane



Credits
Writer(s): Shane Brown, Collin Edwards, Keith Blair, O Neill Edwards, Jerome Jackson
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