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Accurate, Immaculate Kabaka P Nah mean? Jugglerz once again Skibbly-bang Ready when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem have locks pon dem head but dem a dread it But me tell a man real Who can hear dem a go feel? (Dem fi know, Accurate) Ready when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem a follow wah dem see you pon the tele But me tell a man real Who can hear dem a go feel? (Accurate) Watch this Hey, look how me easy pon the track Fresh like my new Wallabees inna the block (oh) Bebble Rock are my team, they have my back See that brother there in the green? Dem have the strap (right here) So, me nuh fi walk with it (heh) Haffi keep my energy clear, my thoughts vivid (ever) Don't come around when we can't talk business 'Cause me downside say you have a little dark spirit Me put a fire pon a Baphomet Lyrics man a shoot like Aubameyang and Lacazette Barrel dem empty like Tottenham trophy cabinet Send dem go back at the academy Nuff a dem nuh ready fi the real boss level (true) Team full a rebel, me nuh pree past Bebble (eh) War dem a pree, well, no peace nuh schedule Beg you tell dem little devil seh fi cease and settle Smo, eady when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem have locks pon dem head but dem a dread it But me tell a man real (for sure) Who can hear dem a go feel? (Dem fi know) Kabaka, I tell dem ready when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem a follow wah dem see you pon the tele But me tell a man real (man fresh) Who can hear dem a go feel? Meska assure dem Spain Town man nuh take no chat from no idiot 90s badman nuh ask for your feedback Westland Don, we shot-a-box, make you feel that (ay) Stefflon Don, how you so fat? Make me thief that When me go a school, no school book inna my eSpark Use Jansport to transport me weeds that On school Nikes and my pants with the crease flat (huh) Big sound string up, every sweet sixteen lock 'Cause man a liberal opposer, practitioner of yoga My picture on the poster up inna Minnesota Trini girls love me but me nuh listen Soca (oh) After the show, me drive off with a chauffeur (huh) 'Cause me go hard pon the beat (ah) Only press pause fi go walk pon the beach With my white t-shirt and my Clarks and my sneaks Kabaka P, man a boss inna the street (ah-woah) Ready when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem have locks pon dem head but dem a dread it But me tell a man real (you ready?) Who can hear dem a go feel? (Accurate) Watch me now Ready when you're ready fi me Drop something heavy Dem a follow wah dem see you pon the tele But me tell a man real Who can hear dem a go feel? (Huh, Accurate) So we do it Huh, lyrical elite A the God, you know Lyrics God representing The most accurate Jugglerz Lyric smugglers, haha Accurate
Writer(s): Martin Peter Willumeit, Jonas Lang, Joachim Piehl, Moritz Smolnig, Keron Salmon Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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