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back ah yard - marleek lyrics

[intro: yardie]
yo, ch*ching*ching
any gyal nah f*ck and f*ck her any gyal nah f*ck f*cker
i say any boy nah f*ck every gyal dem
he f*ck her for nah f*ck in her life
i mean f*ck her men f*ck her not f*ck her
i mean f*ck the f*cker da f*cker mek dem gyal no seh dem can f*ck
f*ck up in here nah di whole time for buck up
some o dem gyal haffi start f*ck round dem for nah f*ck her do f*ck her cut the f*cker let’s f*ck
holy f*ck

[loud interlude: yardie]
bun batty boy, any time

[verse 1: marleek]
living the life of a trap star
drinking bubbly in a mercedes car
girl in the front, girl in the back
two of them will give me head, just like that
when i was a yute i used to kick football
look at me now, me seh me run dancehall
bless up to me, the number one g
dishing that rock and puffing on weed
humble can’t me, anti that’s me
disrespectful and kissing my t**th
rude na f*ck no manners, bad habits
money i grab it, gyal batty i grab it
viral song will tell you, me no like f*ggot
my life they can’t manage
hackers, i’m with my fam
my kid and missus
eight to nine dishes
two rolly on my wrist, one on my b*tch
reflection of the game
we are not the same
i hate remembering hard times
like back in the day
my boy took me to hatton and sold me a fake chain
for that i punched him in his face in front of our mates
we used to just sit in these place, oh lord how times change
i might book a flight to ja
i might hit lv today
any one of them are gonna make me feel great
eighty for my smoke, not a three five haze
mummy knew what i was on, seeing that phone pop back in the day
money had it all fades, and some were just broke just the other day
getting money any way, not fussed, not fazed
living broke, no way
a man can never go astray
(no stupidness, no stupidness
dem deaf or what?)
[interlude: marleek and yardies]
yeah man, one marleek
bun out war li man boi dem man
one general, man
seh i join me on di general, dem

yeah, f*ck the haters on the youtube, yeah
make f*ckery propaganda videos pon mi name, yeah
yeah, f*ck you

no scan dem
we don’t scan dem
bun the haters dem
big up marleek

[verse 2: skoob]
(get ’em again)
dem boi got [?] and he ran
for no reason, [?] in his hands
should have put smoke in his boys
but none of they p*ssies was claiming they mans
i’m off the wray and i’m wavy
i dare any n*gga try tame me
this chick said ‘skoob, give me babies’
it ain’t been a week since she met me
stage up a lazy game on b*tches, i ain’t even trying
blow this little b*tch f*cking back out, blow her mind
i know we gon get these rackies, give it time (ch*ching)
you look b*tchy, way too scatty, doing lines
ain’t got time for the gossip
mention my name, that boy must have lost it
they know i’m focussed on profit (busy)
i don’t care about the trending topics
if you talk hungry, i’m number one
f*ck all these numbers, we one on ones
we only make bangers, they one for ones
i drill these b*tches like one and dones
i drill these n*ggas like they my sons (my kids, for real)
just wait for [?] to be over and done (i wanna wait, for real)
b*tch tell me that she in love (b*tch that’s rich, for real)
fake or real, don’t give a f*ck (i don’t give a f*ck how she feel)
[interlude: yardies]
me nah like [?], one marleek man
yes
bumbaclaat

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