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Stefflon Don – Them Bomb (We Like To Party) lyrics
Kiss kiss bang bang nigga what I know
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
Cosmo yuh dun know pon da track
I thought you didn't smoke but the boy was on coke
He thought he was a boss, tried to rule like a Pope
Seven kids with no daddy, damn that's a joke
Kid with no daddy, welcome to the cloak
Vroom, nigga, hand up your coat
Grab some liquor with a bit of ice froze
Heart big, but it froze like snow
'Cause in a naughty girl, when you pee like woah
I'm gettin' tired of this shit
Hold up hold up hold up, gyal (hold up)
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Some these bitches dutti
Spending guy's money
Stupid, slutty, plus they ugly
Fuck I need the choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Who dat who dat? Stefflon, Don
Cold, no icebergs, came from the slums
Round no nice titties bigger than pon
Hair too long, my batti tie you in a bun
Now tell these guys that I said that
Done raw, on every track I hit it bareback
Tear that, skinny ripped jeans and a New Era hat
I heard that I make yeah
Wanna get strapped bang, clap
Tell a boy say it might need new gyal dem
No screw gyal but see them move fool
Take money and run
Left gyal sent ya
Fool dem dumb dumb
(Dem dumb dumb)
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
I might need to cop a choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
I might need to cop a choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Ru-run it when I rip it
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
When they see me and I tell her and I tell her
Drop it, kiss kiss bang bang nigga
What I know, nigga what I do
Nigga where I go
When I roll, I roll with
(Cosmo)
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
Cosmo yuh dun know pon da track
I thought you didn't smoke but the boy was on coke
He thought he was a boss, tried to rule like a Pope
Seven kids with no daddy, damn that's a joke
Kid with no daddy, welcome to the cloak
Vroom, nigga, hand up your coat
Grab some liquor with a bit of ice froze
Heart big, but it froze like snow
'Cause in a naughty girl, when you pee like woah
I'm gettin' tired of this shit
Hold up hold up hold up, gyal (hold up)
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Some these bitches dutti
Spending guy's money
Stupid, slutty, plus they ugly
Fuck I need the choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Who dat who dat? Stefflon, Don
Cold, no icebergs, came from the slums
Round no nice titties bigger than pon
Hair too long, my batti tie you in a bun
Now tell these guys that I said that
Done raw, on every track I hit it bareback
Tear that, skinny ripped jeans and a New Era hat
I heard that I make yeah
Wanna get strapped bang, clap
Tell a boy say it might need new gyal dem
No screw gyal but see them move fool
Take money and run
Left gyal sent ya
Fool dem dumb dumb
(Dem dumb dumb)
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
Cut the check I need I need the choppy's
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
I might need to cop a choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Lawdy doddy, Stef wan' party
But the wrist lookin' lonely
I might need to cop a choppy
So my diamonds in the front, lookin' like money
And your bitches lookin' like they just 'ave somebody
Ru-run it when I rip it
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
Tell them I'm a D with a good underneath
Bombs them drop when I hit the street
Me talky talky when it's on the down beat
No Miami but you will feel the heat
When they see me and I tell her and I tell her
Drop it, kiss kiss bang bang nigga
What I know, nigga what I do
Nigga where I go
When I roll, I roll with
(Cosmo)
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