Steff Lazarus

Na, na, na, na Na, na, na, na (suck yuh mada) Yeah, hey (Twinkle) Goodbye You must name Steff Lazarus Rise from di dead a gi' me chat, how this possible? Who put you inna di midfield when dem know seh you cyaan' tackle? Weh you know 'bout war? Pussy, come yah make me gather you World done know weh you and yuh family overseas a do You sacrifice yuh daddy, shoulda sacrifice yuh bredda too And stop try pick up badness and go read yuhlikkle son a book Man a tun you inna poppy show, that is not a good look Bitch, stop fool yuhself, from me respond yuh foot get bruk Don't size up, you a di only gyal me hear seh gi' way free f*ck Masicka and Tory Lanez cum inna yuh mouth Drake never gi' you di song but you gi' him a good suck (gweh) You is not no gangsta, let's be realistic Anywhere me a buck you, me a go deal wid you wicked You take di whole day to drop a song and me nuh impressed When you did young you fucked yuh uncle, that a incest You can keep di drugs fi yourself and Princess cah you Say your people sell coke, it make sense now Just a expose yourself but you a look clout If you a go watch mi pussy know weh you a talk 'bout Di boy was never seventeen, Miss shitty mouth Your bredda breed a fourteen-year-old and you bail him out Then you go gi' her mada hush money, jancrow All me know is my family a nuh arms house Me tell you yuh a baby You run go find gyal go team up wid, dis is crazy Me nuh take coke, stink pussy gyal, yuh facesty Take a African man fi you start push bravery (why?) Stop pose fi di 'Gram, you look sad-like Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die Say you a top gyal and you a dry cry Mi pussy stay pon yuh mind a that's why Stop act fi di 'Gram, you look fool-like (dummy) Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die You and di botch-body doll too badmind Me can defend misefelf, weh you feel like? Me a di baddest, wid me a di last one a stand You a like lightwork, you a quick slam bam Try know me nuh ramp, and mi gun nah fucking jam Stop call Pardi name, relax yuhself before me reach London Find yuh house and bun it down, dah dutty bitch yah must be dumb I don't give a f*ck no more if you nuh stop me nah done K Mob did warn you, yes now, you got di right one Kill di whole generation, yuh mumma a did next one Tell her, leff young boy mek him f*ck di young gyal dem A use yuh daughter money mind man, hear deh She run go f*ck Beenie Man, dat a no hearsay She a dash pussy from she have you inna belly Like is a family ting, you breed from you a fifteen Focus pon yuhself, a weh di f*ck you want wid me? Make you never talk a you di rapper boy dem battery? (Talk 'bout dat) Who dem deh pon di sound? None a unnuh cyaan' beat me Stop pose fi di 'Gram, you look sad-like (eediat) Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die Say you a top gyal and you a dry cry Mi pussy stay pon yuh mind a that's why Stop act fi di 'Gram, you look fool-like Meet me pon di battlefield, shoot or die You and di botch-body doll too badmind Me can defend misefelf, weh you feel like? Me n'affi siddung wid no gyal and plan Me a bomboclaat don and me nuh f*ck batty man What di f*ck? Since you need back-up A better you did go call your stud aunty or your batty man cousin And di, di, di drag queen nephew fi come talk fi you because You sound stupid, shut the f*ck up And a which duppy dat you put pon di intro? Di same Christan gyal weh a sell f*ck, a mussi Candy Gimmicks this Over No gyal nowhere No gyal no day Unnuh haffi group up and me nah ask you Me a real bomboclaat bad gyal (go suck yuh mumma) And me stand up pon dat firm Memba a me say, "which gyal can say she stress me out?" Ohh, Twinkle