Vawulence Lyrics By Naira Marley ft Backroad Gee

Marlian music boss Naira Marley has recently released a new song titled vawulence featuring British rapper Backroad Gee.

Read along to the correct word for word lyrics of Vawulence by Naira Marley featuring Backroad Gee,don’t forget to share your thoughts about this song in the comment section below.

 

Naira Marley & BackRoad Gee - Vawulence Lyrics

Intro

This is crazy

Oh, yeah

Verse 1: Naira Marley

Turn a Q to a ounce (Ounce)

Turn a ounce to a nine (Nine)

And the nine turned to a box (Box)

And the box came with a strap (Strap)

Strap came in the box (Box)

The gun's real, not props (Props)

Put your main man in a box (Box)

Fu.ck around, get got (Got)

Chorus: Naira Marley

We the kids your mama warned you about (We're violent)

What the f.uck you really talking 'bout? (Gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fuck the trident)

We the kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, we're violent)

Verse 2: Naira Marley

And I stay on my gang shit

Big di.ck energy, big dic.k bandit

When we pull up, that's tragic

Caught three ones yеah, that's a hat trick

Violate, get quick responsе (Yeah-yeah)

Dem no say Toys"R"Us (Uh-uh)

Dem no want war with us

If put the whistle on it, you won't hear no noise

All you hear is

You didn't hear shit, right?

Get the job done right

Top striker, nuh miss and shoot with right

Chorus: Naira Marley

We the kids your mama warned you about (We violent)

What the fu.ck you really talking about? (Gangster move in silence)

OTR, you know I'm on the run (Fu.ck the trident)

We the kids your mama warned you about, (Nigga, I'm violent)

Verse 3: Naira Marley

Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)

Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)

I'm the nigga you can count on

AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (Ah)

They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh

Who's that? See a opp, reverse

Work rate mad, I should man of the match

How many man have I put underground?

Shoot in Amiri like kayflock

How many man have we sent to baba, God?

Ah, let's mind the business that pay us

I'll send Kickz to your door like ASOS

Let me explain why they hate us

Never mind, dem full of shit like an.us, uh

L's for London and Lagos

P's for Peckham and F's for famous

Chorus: Naira Marley & BackRoad Gee

We the kids your mama warned you about

What the fuc.k you really talking 'bout?

OTR you know I'm on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)

We the kids your mama warned you about (Tools up, tools up, tools up)

Verse 4: BackRoad Gee

When it's war, separate the boys from men (Skrrt)

Outside there's no friends, only brothers over here

Real steppas over here

Brick boys over here

Drug dealers over here

Boy, stay over there

I'ma slap him, attack him

On a Vandam ting, them kids can't hack it

OTR, free the guys can't play with us, why?

Cah shh got bun

More action, less chatting

Need more woosh for the splatterin's

Like my boy said, "Cha pon dem"

Whaum to them?

Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec

I'm the kid you're mum warned you about

Outside ain't safe, boy hold it down

King Brukutu, I'm live in the flesh

When **** got shot, I was there

Outro

This is crazy

Song Written By:

Azeez Fashola

Shandy Bongwala Bombusa