Love Badness

Hmmmm hmmmm mhmm yeaaah Badness a mi love dat Born inna the thug land Murrrda you know mi love dat Verse 1 Haile jah first inna the morning Then buil a tall spliff and guh reason wid a tall clip as day break mi grab a target. Hold a reason wid mi conscience inna middle day a darkness gun dem vanish We a live weh dem a dream bout kill dem and then speed out. if dem bad tell dem fi dweet now mi affi seet first. Who fi kill me deven tun fetus. Tell dem fi run up skull a greet grung we nuh beat come. Tell dem mi serious love the badness like a fat pussy gyal weh mek mi nuh wah leave house. Have some dogs mi only feed blood bullet Bwoy and left that deh fi bleed out fren a run out all him knee cup. Mi head gotta then cappacino. Pull Bwoy teeth wid pliers like mi roll wid Shakka Demus. we a carry the steam and we a knock it like a D cup Bring the storm in every season as you quint a glock a wheel out. buss a casamigos. Chorus a badness a mi love life born inna the thug life, when we a party every gun rise if war star man a Claut it till the sun rise yea. Born inna the slum is a tall clip and a gun that mi grow wid a mi bedside yea. Dog this a nuh blup and mi born come seet ruff affi war fi mek the ends nice. Verse 2 Love the badness and mi sincere but mi love the good suh wah mi still fear (fear who ? ) tell dem mi been brave that a weh deh been clear coppa mek yuh skin tear Have the weapon dem a wok like we a buil slave Neva left the shotta dem weh dig grave Mi Killa dem a put everything in place Any dissin a put yuh to disgrace Suh we wash the money and rinse the gun dem If dem diss we dem affi think fi run weh Dem say we can’t rich but history done mek Well seet deh the badness upgrade royalty tek care a mi family but mi a buy bare guns wid dub plate fi wah? Lock ends mi have dogs fi that but mi a touch the road plane Dem Neva bus a gun yet much less fi guh buss a court case Five suite a day and all now mi dont change yea Senior, Iclip a we run the whole place boyzie Chorus a badness a mi love life born inna the thug life, when we a party every gun rise if war star man a Claut it till the sun rise yea. Born inna the slum is a tall clip and a gun that mi grow wid a mi bedside yea. Dog this a nuh blup and mi born come seet ruff affi war fi mek the ends nice.