Popcaan - Alien (Remix) lyrics

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Popcaan - Alien (Remix) lyrics

[Intro: Popcaan] Unruly [Verse 1: Giggs] When we step on your ends, better run all that Mad blap blap on the ten, man a bun all that Man's back at it again, watch 'em run all back Man not haffi pretend, better turn up that I'm me that, fire that Told them we buss it on man, likkle liar that Man said he dance with the ting, told him buy it back Shot in that fat p**yhole, man'll diet that Where my weed at? I be back Where my keys at? We don't need that Him an idiot If I'm hungry, we might eat that If not, when the shotty release, it will deafen ya Love the shotty, believe, call it Jessica Man do not f** with police, you're a messenger b**h, shot that crack on your knees cause that's the sket in ya [Bridge: Popcaan] Unruly, I'm me that And mi scold hotter than mi burning teapot We know say evil, I pree that When mi mek boy run, mi angle [?] lays flat When they see me uncork, freeze, stop [?] squeeze that Bun it anytime, no, nonstop Then mek boy move, [?] that And mi no give a f** [Verse 2: Popcaan] Anything weh happen, happen When the nikeys a step mi waan the money rattle Mi seh mi fi rich until mi money rotten Touching grand, and touch in a big apple [Hook: Popcaan] Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone [Verse 3: Kano] It's KA, vroom, I'm me that 6.3, that's about 5 Fiat Some type of n***as in jail trying to get the D cap Soon land, Hellshire Beach, frying snapper, sea ba**, believe that P stack, dem a pree that, rate those Brits Did real songs with Kartel, no made up sh** Put Matthews Lane on MTV, I made those vids And there weren't no path to follow, we laid those bricks Hennessy bokkle and white rum, but nice from When the building was a side long But I watched Tiger stage shows from a child, don Far as I'm concerned, my ragga stripes cyan't wipe off, mad K-Kano in the house Couple gangsters, couple ladies in the house Couple babies, couple haters, couple pagans in the house So how comes everybody loves me like I'm Raymond in the house? Hustle for the mally, hustle for the pound Yo, milli we fi link up Instant line up, the gyal dem in the brinks truck Wine up, man, they tick tock Smile up for the Insta Popcaan and KA That's JA meets England, selloff [Hook: Popcaan] Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone Attack dem like a alien Mi a pree the pagans through mi clear Ray Ban I hustle from the day mi born And mi a hustle till the day mi gone

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