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Stefflon Don - 16 Shots (Official Video)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Stefflon Don
Stefflon Don
Vocals
Fred again..
Fred again..
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Frederick Gibson
Frederick Gibson
Songwriter
Stephanie Allen
Stephanie Allen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred again..
Fred again..
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
No gyal cyaan tell me bout my mada
16 shot, we go longa dan a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout di real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mada
'Round here ain't safe, everybody need ammo
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
[Verse 2]
Yuh coulda be badda than a Kingstonee
Diss my mada then your skin start bleed
So don't bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Baby, tink you bad, say ya badder dan she
Nuff dog a go bark, long time dem don't eat
Rap and pop off, make you move like freak
They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy
[Verse 3]
They gon' put hands on a chick
They gon' put hands on her
Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door
What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for, for, for
[Verse 4]
No gyal cyaan tell me bout my mada
16 shot, we go longa than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout di real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mada
'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
Da-da-da-da, diss ma mother you know
[Verse 5]
You coulda be madder than Bryant, Kobe
Diss my mada then your lip won't speak
So don't bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Yuh really think you bad, say you badder than me
If things a go start a night you won't sleep
Pop and cut off, mek yuh look like creep
Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be
[Verse 6]
They gon' put hands on a chick
They gon' put hands on her
Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door
What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for, for, for
[Verse 7]
No gyal cyaan tell me bout my mada
16 shot, we go longa than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout di real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mada
'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
[Verse 8]
Get one shot, if dem tink dem a man
Get two shot, if dem feel dem a don
Get three shot, if dem tek mi fi ediat
Get four shot, this a copper shot, know dat
Get five shot, fi anybody weh think dem hard
Straight, head tump, ya must drop
If you hear rah-ta-ta-ta-ta-tah
Bullets gon' hit you wherever you are
[Verse 9]
No gyal cyaan tell me bout my mada
16 shot, we go longa than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout di real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mada
'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
[Verse 10]
No gyal cyaan tell me bout my mada
16 shot, we go longa than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk bout di real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mada
'Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rah!
Written by: Fred Gibson, Stephanie Victoria Allen
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