Chronic Law, Daddy1 – Style Shot

Style Shot – Chronic Law, Daddy1 Lyrics Letra:
Intro: Chronic Law & Daddy 1
Dark
Yow Daddy1
Hahaha
6ixReal
Yeah

Verse 1: Chronic Law & Daddy 1
Yuh gyal ah seh wi style shot like 50 cal
51-50 gang, AC ah kick – Milan, in di van
Pinky tun gone
She tun on like di ignition
Lock di place, not di hair pon di Binghi man
Yow-Yow Daddy1 (Bro Gad)
Hennessy with cran
Rich gyal inna di clan
Nuh wan one like ambulance (6ix)
Versace pants full ah money, we hardly can walk
Big woman wan’ B13 like car Nissan (Haha)
Seh she wan’ feel young, wan’ mi lock har down
She nah wan’ freedom
Every gyal ah seh di ting large, pass medium
6ix out here, we ah braff ‘til now

Verse: Daddy 1 & Chronic Law
Yow G5
Ah fully 6ix and wi never switch side
Big chain, fat ride, Daddy1 outside
Gyal ah whine up like ah window and she nuh shy
Cast eye
Gyal ah pree me, ah suh she dry eye
When mi pull up inna di Honda Accord
She gi’ weh di pussy because har boyfriend ah fraud
LawBoss see ah pretty brown gyal ah walk pass
She ah stalk 6ixBoss just fi get ah autograph
Gyal ah play inna mi hair like ah hairdresser inna November
Man richer dan Mayweather
Inna mi cut jeans wid ah “6ix Is Real” sweater
Thousand gyal deh ah station ah bawl out “Free Deva”

Free Deva
Lord, dem yah weed better Clarks
Dem ah real leather dawg
Wi nuh leave weapon
Ever strap di Beretta
Dem ah ? up wid jean sweater
Cut throat, bun body, buss head
Mi three method
Yow Daddy1

6ix deh yah
Bare gyal ah draw closer
Some pretty dark skin like Oprah
And if yuh feel like ice cold, know di 6ix dem colder
And mi full up ah Matic and mi nuh soldier

Yow, one up inna di head cah di cold tat
Slippers mi inna suh dem ah rug up pon mi toe top
Fuck dem gyal, dem ah joker (Yeah)
Yow Badbush, game over
Fi wi pocket ever heavy, bare sound box
Rich and bad, nothing pretty like clown hat
Di house have elevator like up ah Oakland
Di yard back still have shallow grave and board box

Yow LawBoss
Sponge know seh dem softer dan ah pillow
Dem anuh killer
Pussy dem yah never pull ah trigger
Suh mi walk wid e Tommy, but anuh Hilfiger
And Mad Daag ever ready fi guh nyam yuh dinner
From mi pull up inna Gulf, anuh golf course
Kel-Tec buss throat
Drop, bam, gun smoke
From duppy fi mek anywhere, wi hunt ghost
Hunt ghost like house lock e own coke

Chorus: Chronic Law & Daddy 1
Style shot like 50 cal
51-50 gang, AC ah kick – Milan, in di van
Pinky tun gone
She tun on like di ignition
Lock di place, not di hair pon di Binghi man
Yow Daddy1 (Bro Gad)
Bring Hennessy with cran
Rich gyal inna di clan
Nuh wan one like ambulance (6ix)
Versace pants full ah money, we hardly can walk
Big woman wan’ B13 like car Nissan (Haha)
Seh she wan’ feel young, wan’ mi lock har down
She nah wan’ freedom
Every gyal ah seh di ting large, pass medium
6ix out here, we ah braff ‘til now

Outro: Daddy1
Yow G5
Ah fully 6ix
Yow G5
Yow G5
Ah fully 6ix
Full 6ix
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