Bad Like We (feat. Wiley, Popcaan & Dyo)

Uh

Ah jus so wi a ride deh deh

Ayo, Wiley, yo

I heard you called for the queen

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Old time, someting come back again

If you have a start, then you must have a end

None a dem ever coulda test wid di pen

My pen's the equivalent to the leng

Bare vibes, manaman ah send them again

Five plus five, that equal to ten

Yuh know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend

(Know seh MC Wiley have 'nuff girlfriend)

When mi ride pon di riddim, that's ten outta ten

'Nuff a dem a scared, dem nuh step out again

Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem

Mi seh, all a mi dawg dem, mi step out fi dem, yo

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo

Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Yo, dem have a ting but dem nah bad like ah me

True mi hole stay tight and it wet like di sea

True mi buss whine an' mi just bounce 'pon di D, uh

Dem have a ting but dem nah bad like a me, uh

Listen to me, stop fuckin' with me

Put a baggie on yo head, yeah, be fuckin' deceased

When I'm in the UK, real baddies with me

Who wanna get busy? Drop addies for me, uh

But anyway, let me switch up di flow

My Fendi collection ah switch up yuh glow

I pull up in somethin' just came outta the car show

My titties and my ass got these niggas on go

Oh, no, dem haffi respect the queen

'Cause me and Wiley a guh mash up di scene

Oh, no, dem haffi respect we

And then dem haffi know seh dem nuh bad like we

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo

Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we

Boy, you know that you the truth

You ain't got nothing to prove

They ain't got nothing on you, you

When you look into my eyes

Not a ting gon' maximize

Love it when we improvise-ise

See the way you ride in the bassline (what?)

Better put your hands on my waistline [?]

Know the body bad, it's a big crime-ime

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Mi a real badman, so, mi want a bad gyal too

A nuh just birthday, she be blow candle

Whine up yuh sexy body inna di bass song

Baby, yuh doh shape like no rectangle

Badman ah London, nuh bwoy cyaan manhandle

Wiley be popping, piece a [?] wid triangle

When you see [?] I'm outside

Anyweh di killy go, [?] go

Pull up ah Wembley, bare gyal assembly

Mi money tall, full suit a Fendi (true)

Gyal a cock it up fi di boss, attempt mi

Mi pull up wid a megatron, real and trendy

Them have a style but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a song but them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we, yo

Them have a ting but them nah bad like ah we

Them have a lyric, them nah bad like ah we

When we ride pon the riddim, them nah bad like ah we

When we hype di crowd, them nah bad like ah we