Slap It Up

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Riko Dan - Rap, Grime

Slap It Up

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[Chorus] Clap it up, slap it up Pussy diss? Me mash him up Clart it up, bark it up Pussy think ah talk me love Buss mi gun, blood fi run You think me come fi fun? Di whole of dem go dead right now Clap it up, slap it up Pussy diss? Me mash him up Clart it up, bark it up Pussy think I can't be loved Buss mi gun, your blood fi run You think me come fi fun? Di whole of dem go dead right now [Verse 1] I won't have a bar if anybody trying it Headtop flying it, never stay silent Always on violence, till I give you guidance Free reign, never gonna see me on no timers King of the jungle, brave like a lion is Heart so cold, I tell you, something like a minus Run up inna any man's yard, start squeezing Trust me, fam, I won't leave no survivors There's no surprises 'Cause too many man ah move snakey like pythons Man can't come on the ends with no license Kick bwoy inna dem face like M. Bison Big man step in the place, they get frightened Shower man bars I lace, they're all timeless Work all over the place, I'm like wireless Yeah, I'm like wireless [Bridge] Dem start di war And know me ready fi go kill dem Know dem start fi ball Police dem gon' go call Tings are no fun again When me rise mi gun again 'Nuff ah dem go dead And watch dem pussy blood start run again Dem start di war And know me ready fi go kill dem Know dem start fi ball Police dem gon' go call Tings are no fun again When me rise mi gun again 'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead Dem blood ah run again [Chorus] Clap it up, slap it up Pussy diss? Me mash him up Clart it up, bark it up Pussy think ah talk me love Buss mi gun, blood fi run You think me come fi fun? Di whole of dem go dead right now Clap it up, slap it up Pussy diss? Me mash him up Clart it up, bark it up Pussy think I can't be loved Buss mi gun, your blood fi run You think me come fi fun? Di whole of dem go dead right now [Verse 2] You're still listening 'Cause I be tearing up the road like Michelin Inna di battlefield, nigga, I be pitching in Wear my army fatigues in the heat if a war When it's done, I will dress like civilians Best respect my insistence If you don't, then expect my resistance Man ah bury dem all in one instance I'll bury them all in a mass grave Hard to believe that that fool would be that brave Don't look back unless you're looking for back pain That's right, yeah, look at my black face When I'm on my ting, look at the sad face Heavyweight spitter so I don't have to cap spray Bigger man, nah, me nuh inna the rat race Metal in the mout, my yout, how does that taste? How does that taste? [Bridge] Dem start di war And know me ready fi go kill dem Know dem start fi ball Police dem gon' go call Tings are no fun again When me rise mi gun again 'Nuff ah dem go dead And watch dem pussy blood start run again Dem start di war And know me ready fi go kill dem Know dem start fi ball Police dem gon' go call Tings are no fun again When me rise mi gun again 'Nuff ah dem deh pussy haffi dead Dem blood ah run again

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  • Riko Dan
  • Walton (UK)