Beat Dem Bad

Yow Addi
Yow yow
Wah gwaan?
Y pree!?
Heh, 6ix (Gaza)

Everybody cups up
Everybody fuck up (fucked up)
Fi di girls mi got loves, if you know what I mean
She say Addi love fuck
Get yuh pussy pumped up (belly pumped up)
Fi di thugs mi got drugs, if you know what I mean

Dark shades and mi white tee's
Pick up mi car keys
Cuban link and mi Nike's
When di girl dem see we dem seh wi white eeh, hype eeh
See mi and a come a beg a light, gyal yuh right
I will be yuh buddy fi di night
Yuh nuh regular, yuh like a Porsche or a kite
Tell God bless yuh every night inna mi prayer

Couple million inna di Louis bag
Wi still a beat dem bad
WorlBoss, 6ixBoss, dem a mad
Gaza nation a beat dem bad
Bwoy dem a gwaan like gyal a weh yuh pad?
Wi nuh haffi brag, your gyal a gi' wi job (oh God)
6ixx nation a beat dem bad
Fi wi worl'

Three leather belt, two 'matic and a mag
Wi still a beat dem bad
Drive out inna di Jag, watch e rest a dem a jog
Running from the mob (dem know dem a mad)
Haffi mek it inna life
Money a mi slave, a it mi colonize
Mi nuh see nuh tired hustle, dollar sign
Who a sell 'e weed yah now? A fire time
Tell Optimus a higher prime

Dis a one yah have mi nose
Big belly 'matic weh nuh lef' under mi clothes
Topple dem like dominoes
Rodney show mi out fi lock di globe
Suite inna Paris inna Versace robe
Gyal below, I got di code
Browning foot deh pan di dashboard
In har draws weh she got di Glock load
Portmore yeah, di wul' a back road
Anytime mi team roll out yeah wi block road
Gyal tek Atto phone, tek mi snap code
Do we owna thing an' keep it relevant doh
Keep yuh heels on anuh elephant toe
(Hehe)

Everybody cups up (cups up, cups up)
Everybody fuck up (fucked up, fucked up)
(Everybody fuck up, fucked up)
(Everybody cups up, cups up)



Credits
Writer(s): Adidja Azim Palmer, Andrae Mouric Whittaker
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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