Microwave (Popcaan Diss)

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Microwave (Popcaan Diss)

Hizzle, oosh
(mhmm)
If dem nuh behave a grave ennuh, oosh oosh
Behave u likkle self, microwave
Marverley (u hear dat), dead dem dead
Jordan
Yo Frass
Alright den

Streets done know man legit in a war
Never fidget ina war (not once)
Dem a boost up a likkle midget ina war, him a bitch ina di war tracks man (stop run)
Everybody know a bare box and kick u get, u shoulda never send dat song
Who me a talk? suck pu*** flopcaan whole world kno seh u nuh bad man (dat a true)
Anywhere mi see u pu*** mi a buss ya face
Show u seh u cya style one don
Man will shoot up di car weh u man buy gi u
Mek u haffi lef dat abandon
U get 30 million dollar worth a ride and a range as a prize and a pack of tampon
Have all tattoo pon hand, wa gwaan

Microwave u a bait man a mek u know straight
Yuh suck Cody pu*** she put har batty inna yuh face
.357 buss it splash him all over di place
Head over deh so, foot chop off a grung a wiggle and a shake
Seh dem have M1, mi deh ya so a wait, deevn haffi go hard mi kill u wid a .38
Nah use di rifle mi naave shot fi waste
Moda prayers cyaa save u, nuh matta how she pray
Seh dem a carrel, mi spot him from a mile a step
Bwoy dead from mi leggo di fighter jet
Not wise a try run him life a tek
Squid a vomit out her tripe she sight a death
Stop follow up mi style u cyaa be me
Bad fi u sister likkle bwoy u nuh bad fi me
Mi lock di city by miself, a man cut u key
Bare killas man par wid, u par wid police

Nuh weh fi tun go, nuh weh fi run go
Throw tyre pon u, gas, light u and bun you
Try sneak diss mi brawling gun dung u
Buss di 40 till it breeze di place tun upside down
War cyaa over, until dem over
Cya manage liquor battyboy go sober
Nuh mek dem fool u vendetta will school u
Memba weh reach u weh day a u studio

Lee milla, new year di pu*** dem cya stand me
Tek it to dem different so dem understand me
Name pon grave stone, face pon gansie
Fans dem know u naave nuh militancy
Mi kunk u daughter send her go buy a cranberry
And a bokkle a rum fi drink when di man bury
Dead arredi come dead back in a january
Target practice pon u family

Nuh weh fi tun go, nuh weh fi run go
Throw tyre pon u, gas, light u and bun you
Try sneak diss, mi brawling gun dung u
Buss di 40 till it breeze di place tun upside down
War cyaa over until dem over
Cya manage liquor battyboy go sober
Nuh mek dem fool u vendetta will school u
Memba weh reach u weh day a u studio

Dead dem dead
Memba mi tell u
Kick off di war dem tink a me name Riquelme
Memba mi tell u
New year di pu*** dem cya stand me
Tek it to dem different so dem understand me
Name pon grave stone, face pon gansie
Tek it to dem different so dem understand me
Know ya coward cause "not wise" did tell me
Doe fly da top deh if u doe have a helmet

(dead dem dead)