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v9 - buju banton lyrics

[intro]
ohh, jony
wyler got me goin’ crazy
mhmm
ay, come here

[verse 1]
stepped in chingy, gang be with it
get bruck up in jailhouse visits
v9 sickened, and wicked
i’ll f+ck up man’s missus
for the gang, for the crew
i’ll pop up the cut like boo
see this wap, it’s insane
slap on nine, go slap again
hit man’s head, brain
i’ll f+ck up man’s fade
see this shank, it’s cray
bankai, my bae
watch it do the splits on your mans
get conned, feel like d+mn
trip up, watch the mash go mad
if i lack i’ma do the dash
pause, i come right back
slap him and try ching man’s cap
i’m tapped ’cause i back my chat
how many man have i chinged?
them man just chat
only stabbing they do is on tracks
9 gang full of savs
they see gang and dash, call ’em flash
[chorus]
i just swing like buju banton
one shot to the chest, you’re done
come, rev it up and just dump
don’t be dumb
this guns dumber, it goes nuts
what’s the fuss?
pull up, leave him red like a bus
i just swing like buju banton
one shot to the chest, you’re done
come, rev it up and just dump
don’t be dumb
this guns dumber, it goes nuts
what’s the fuss?
pull up, leave him red like a bus

[verse 2]
runnin’ man down, don’t fidget
hit him, now he’s spinnin’
who ain’t with it?
sit down ’cause you must be kiddin’
ching man down, i’m too vicious
slap this wap like it’s b+tchin’
how many man turned victim?
but do sh+t on the net, it’s wicked
i ain’t trippin
get ’round, they’re tryna ching and whip it
kick it, bill it
delicious, television
turn man off, television
rinse it like [?], this sh+t
main road, back road, there’s no difference
still get man gone for the mission
how many man go swimmin’?
get up and cancel their mission
tapped out, a bunch of b+tches
tap this gun now he’s missin’
shotgun kickin’ and hissin’
it’s kissin’ when i ping it
who’s that slippin’?
catch up and honour this drillin’
[chorus]
i just swing like buju banton
one shot to the chest, you’re done
come, rev it up and just dump
don’t be dumb
this guns dumber, it goes nuts
what’s the fuss?
pull up, leave him red like a bus
i just swing like buju banton
one shot to the chest, you’re done
come, rev it up and just dump
don’t be dumb
this guns dumber, it goes nuts
what’s the fuss?
pull up, leave him red like a bus

[outro]
ohh, jony
wyler got me goin’ crazy

- v9 lyrics

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