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Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall Lyrics

Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics ) Letra Hapilos Byron Messia – Dear Dancehall ( Lyrics )
Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style

And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Me want fi do it greater than Shaggy and Sean Paul
Me want fi do it bigger than Rihanna them
Me see a comment the other day about influence
And MOCA, but them a fi know me full a banger friends

Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Me a dancehall artiste, yes
But me a live a rapper lifestyle
If you ask how far me a trod from
Me tell you more than nine miles
Watch the cars me damn drive
And me have the ‘matic on standby
For the haters who want me damn die
Oh, dawg

Ah, ah, ah
Them say me nah big up dancehall
Yow, dancehall
‘Cause them like talk
Huh?
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall
Yow, dancehall

Dear dancehall
Me never mean fi offend nobody
So what the fuck them a talk ‘bout sorry?
And a talk ‘bout me no rate nobody
When me have a song with Govi and Vali
And me say dear dancehall
You no see a wrong news them a carry
Know mama worry when she no hear from me
Scars them a get me heart dark like [?]

Heart full a cut but a never hear [?]
Same time when me rise, them want me drop the same time
Been a pree fi be a rapper since me drop a grade nine
If me thief style, a mussi Rod Wave style
And me say dear dancehall
How me fi diss the same place weh me born
That a Kingston
Drewsland, Garrison
Yow, Grantspen

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Chris Brown – Nightmares Lyrics ft. Byron Messia

Chris Brown – Nightmares ( Letra) ft. Byron Messia Letra ChrisBrownVEVO Chris Brown – Nightmares ( Letra) ft. Byron Messia
Verse 1: Chris Brown
Me brother get tied up in the streets, said them can’t leave out
And if yuh cya bring the Glock ‘round, so then them nah leave out (Yeah)
More time alone, soldier nah trust no one
If he ever see the pagan them, him turn evil (Yeah)
Him say, “Me depressed, so Henny my medicine”
It’s just me and my Remington
Pigs them want stick around like gelatin
Oh, woah-oh, oh-woah
Batty man, them nah take ‘way your skeleton
Then skrrt up on the main like Hamilton
Road money make him fly like pelican
Ooh, Lord, oh, Lord
Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown
Him tell me most High know
My family and me friend them
Most High know
You bring trouble, him gon’ end ‘em

Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe

Verse 2: Byron Messia
Da-da, da-da
Gunshot turn them in a goner
Killa them a travel ‘pon a charter
Fi go start war, ha-ha
A gunshot, we no love chat, have the clutch back
God say me no fi buss back, me say, “Fuck that”
AK with the pan drum in a the truck back
Ever have the ‘K like school youth with a lunch bag

Pre-Chorus: Chris Brown, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Most High know
My family and me friend them
Most High know
You bring trouble, him gon’ end ‘em
Chorus: Chris Brown, Bryon Messia, Chris Brown & Bryon Messia
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe, he just don’t believe (He just don’t, he just don’t)
Nightmares, no more dreams
He just don’t believe (He just don’t), he just don’t believe (He just don’t)

Outro: Byron Messia
He just don’t, oh
Bang-bang, mm
Me say gang-gang
Pussy boy, oh-oh-oh
Me say bang-bang

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Byron Messia – Mad Dawgs Lyrics

Byron Messia – Mad Dawgs ( Lyrics ) Letra Byron Messia TV Byron Messia – Mad Dawgs ( Lyrics )
Intro
Ah-eh
Yow, Panta
Mm-hmm
Spray it, spray it, spray it
Yo mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs
(Kelly on the beat, boy)

Verse 1
We nuh inna long talking
Yo, Stickman rise up the tall ting, claat it
Same time SwanDan call him
The same time we ah go fi dem brawling
Coulda infront a station deh walking
Fuck that, beat it rapid (Uh)
Mad dawgs, mad dawgs
Pre-Chorus
Tell dem run up
Brand new AK deya and yuh must get bun up (Bun up)
Skin bun up before the sun come up
Venezuelan link for the product
Dem ah call me the Saint Kitts Dudus
Place ah get turn up, we corrupt

Chorus
Yo mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dem mad
Swear pon God
From them diss we man
Straight inna grave dem gonе, Yo Kylon
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dem mad
Mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dеm mad
Swear pon God
From them diss we man
Straight inna grave dem gone, Yo Kylon
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dem mad
Mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Verse 2
All ah my Z’s dem ah buss gun
Immigration get scared when me touch dung
Brand new K just clear from customs
Mi and me K like wifey and husband
Never know di place
Bob show mi how fi function
Now every day man ah buss gun (Buss gun)
Mad dawgs, mad dawgs
Pre-Chorus
Tell dem run up
Brand new AK deya and yah must get bun up
Skin bun up before the sun come up
Venezuelan link for the product
Dem ah call me the Saint Kitts Dudus
Place ah get turn up, we corrupt

Chorus
Yo mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dem mad
Swear pon God
From them diss we man
Straight inna grave dem gone, Yo Kylon
All ah my killa dem bad, all ah my killa dem mad
Mad dawgs, mad dawgs, mad dawgs (Ooh-ooh-ooh)

Outro
Haha
Yo Trinidad
Remember me
As a Z
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Rvssian & Byron Messia – Tropicana Lyrics

Rvssian & Byron Messia – Tropicana ( Lyrics ) Letra Rvssian Rvssian & Byron Messia – Tropicana ( Lyrics Letra )
Oh-oh, oh-oh
Rvssian
Oh, hey, yeah, hey
Oh, oh-oh, oh-oh

Amg rolllin’ up (rolllin’ up)
Everywhere mi go, gyal keep showin’ up (showin’ up, yeah)
Bare liquor keep pourin’ up)
And bare gyal foldin’ up, ah, ah
Mi just mix Louis v with the new Prada
Every girl ah say mi sweet like tropicana
All these likkle boy jump like we playin’ hopscotch
Thirty inna clip, it go, ra-pa-pa-pa
Catch a opp on the spot, he got ra-ta-da
Poppa got the choppa, I go, pa-pa-pa
Touch gyal and [?]
I’m gon’ assume that body, ba-ta-dun-da

When you bad, you just act
Dem ah pree non-stop
Gyal, the money can’t stop
(No, no, the money can’t stop)
With the amiri backpack
(With the amiri backpack)
We gonna jump on your block (on your block)
Brand new whip, [?] full of shots
[?] Ah jump (ooh, ooh)
When the rvssian and [?] pull up in a drop top, uh

I so [?]
Have a new side bag with the fire to fit
Bare gyal say ah [?] make her quit up the [?]
Mi ex gyal say that mi ah dog shit
But she still want the dog visit
Glock for a quick trip
With man I pour shots inna clinic
Inna she pussy where mi stick it
Gyal livin’ whiter than [?] stick there
Straight [?] speed and mi fill up mi cargo
Gstd, be [?], wells fargo
[?] On their block, Tuesday like cargo
Tap inna di twin turbo in the [?]
Gyaldem want shots, pour henny, gyal ah act bad
Mi dawg dem reach for the Glock
But that’s just champagne pop

When you bad, you just act
Dem ah pree non stop
Gyal, the money can’t stop
(No, no, the money can’t stop)
With the amiri backpack
(With the amiri backpack)
We gonna jump on your block
Brand new whip, [?] full of shots
[?] Ah jump (ooh, ooh)
When the rvssian and [?] pull up in a drop top, uh
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Byron Messia & IQ – Miss Tight Hole Lyrics

Byron Messia & IQ – Miss Tight Hole ( Lyrics Letra ) Letra Byron Messia TV Byron Messia
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Byron Messia & Burna Boy – Talibans II Lyrics

Byron Messia & Burna Boy – Talibans II Lyrics Lyrics, Letra Byron Messia TV
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-ya
Yow Kellz

Link with the killy ‘dem
Saint Kitts to Trinidad
Big up the whole ah ‘dem
‘Cause wọn kéré nínú ayé
Anythin’ I do
Headline news even wetin I no do
Them go say: I do
Nothin’ but the truth when I step up in the booth
No lie, my life no be smarting
Remember last Christmas
Santa Claus give me the glizzy with the switch darg
So some people no go see this Christmas
Mandem have crosses, most of them not even Christians
Click-bang, body sinkin’ like the quicksand
Ztekk full of bomb like Afghanistan

And everywhere me carry it ‘cause me know the enemy them a pree
And me know them nah sorry for me
People a bawl and a scream ‘cause we bad and we mean
Bloody crime scene, calamity
A so we shoot out brain fi go Canada, G
Make your marrow experience no gravity

Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
You should a keep in your bed ‘cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Yow, Talibans
Like them need reassurance
Make unuh sleep a yuh yard in a four months
A so we make people a moan out
Like gyal a get fuck down a whore house
Laff boss full a ‘K, that me sure ‘bout
And if you see me travel with a 9X
A nah no politician weh me a go vote out
Four killer, four seat and four rounds

Them want the tea like Lipton
All of the best pum-pum deh yah Kingston
So, me buy a Birkin fi Jada Kingdom
Some people vexed how me phone get ringed on
Me too rich now so me buy six more
Mhm, what’s the plan?
‘Cause I’m real to my skeleton (Real to my skeleton)
If you insult my intelligence then I make the sparks fly like electrician
Lock off traffic, all tragic, bare panickin’
Freeze up like mannequin
Now, you can’t manage when pellets dem travellin’ (Brrt)

Tell a pussy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
You shoulda keep in a your bed ‘cause the Talibans them a make walk
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Badness a weh we endorse
We no shoot people fi end up in a Red Cross

Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Da-da-da-da
Yow Kellz

And tell a boy we no laugh up
We no take talk
Violate, people a dead dawg
Mhmm, me wan’ know a weh your head gone
You should a keep in your bed ‘cause
We no laugh up
We no take talk
Yow dawg, we a make war, yow
Tell a boy we no laugh up
Anything a weh you get dawg
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