Aidonia - Fire Radio Edit

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Jamie
Me dem a ramp with?
Jungle man, walk down pon bwoy with yuh gun
YVP
Ho, ho, ho, ho
Yeah
Walk down pon bwoy with mi gun
Shoot dem and prove seh me bad
Bigga!
Rema seh 4th Generation, geego
Yow, yow, yow
Jungle Jesus buss God damnit
Squeeze up the trigga but you must not grab it
Middle day play, that must block traffic
Dem bwoy deh a rugrat rabbit
Matic charge like it fuck pon tonic
Cold 45 with the clutch back pon it
Pepper to your skin, that a scotch bonnet
Buss belly, me see gut plus vomit
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Everybody knows say me no inna the trace
Gun inna mi hand, it anuh gun inna no waste
Clap it, and it a go inna your face
Cu deh now, pussy you a go inna your grave
Weh you come from? You no run inna your place
Genna, sound the Magnum inna your ears
Dead 'cause you fool and you dumb inna your ways
Cu yah now, something ago wave
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Oh, oh, oh oh
Yeah
Walk down pon them with mi gun
Shoot dem and prove say me bad
Bigga!
Rema, 4th Generation, ego
Yow, yow, yow
Jungle Jesus buss God damnit
Squeeze up the trigga but you must not grab it
Middle day play, that must block traffic
Dem bwoy deh a rugrat rabbit
Matic charge like it fuck pon tonic
Cold 45 with the clutch back pon it
Pepper to your skin, that a scotch bonnet
Buss belly, me see gut plus vomit
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Oh!
Everybody knows say me no inna the trace
Gun inna mi hand, it anuh gun inna no waste
Clap it, and it a go inna your face
Cu deh now, pussy you a go inna your grave
Weh you come from? You no run inna your place
Genna, sound the Magnum inna your ears
Dead 'cause you fool and you dumb inna your ways
Cu yah now, something ago wave
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah
Point it, fire
Point it, fire, fire
The 45 it a wire (oh!)
Out of the ting a pure fire
Finger just a play with the trigga pon da toy yah