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SumaDem Video (MV)




Performed By: Scotty G
Language: English
Length: 2:07
Written by: Scott Gordon




Scotty G - SumaDem Lyrics




Pop it outta di big bag
Some a dem start ZigZag
Some a dem gwaan real bad
Dem only just touch road

Big cuzzy pon bike back
Wheel up and ignite that
Some a dem wont like that
We don't give no f*cks

We don't wish man luck
You don't live like us
I don't want new friends
I don't need no love

When the team link up
Some liquor get pop
Some gyal get knock

Fake niggaz get stuck
For the money run it up
Can't stop wont stop

Pon the block from the lane to the main
Got everything locked I been saying
Nothings changed my nigga now what
Make arrangements dig a grave go pick a sweet spot
Fi you fren dem be afraid pray to the old Gods
If they save you say less we coming right back
To cremate you bun it up the nozzle get hot
It was fatal is a shame cuz everyone watched

Rrr
Wicked yeah mi wicked oh gosh
Rrr
Gyal dem a love mi like tik tok
Rrr
She told me she wont every get enough
Rrr
She tell me say she really need her feelings
Touched

SG dutty old cruff
Rrr
I Had to hit the street side early
Rrr
Nuff a my dargs outside certi
Some a my dargs still locked up and the shit hurts me

Pop it outta di big bag
Some a dem start ZigZag
Some a dem gwaan real bad
Dem only just touch road

Big cuzzy pon bike back
Wheel up and ignite that
Some a dem wont like that
We don't give no f*cks

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Pop it outta di big bag
Some a dem start ZigZag
Some a dem gwaan real bad
Dem only just touch road

Big cuzzy pon bike back
Wheel up and ignite that
Some a dem wont like that
We don't give no f*cks

We don't wish man luck
You don't live like us
I don't want new friends
I don't need no love

When the team link up
Some liquor get pop
Some gyal get knock

Fake niggaz get stuck
For the money run it up
Can't stop wont stop

Pon the block from the lane to the main
Got everything locked I been saying
Nothings changed my nigga now what
Make arrangements dig a grave go pick a sweet spot
Fi you fren dem be afraid pray to the old Gods
If they save you say less we coming right back
To cremate you bun it up the nozzle get hot
It was fatal is a shame cuz everyone watched

Rrr
Wicked yeah mi wicked oh gosh
Rrr
Gyal dem a love mi like tik tok
Rrr
She told me she wont every get enough
Rrr
She tell me say she really need her feelings
Touched

SG dutty old cruff
Rrr
I Had to hit the street side early
Rrr
Nuff a my dargs outside certi
Some a my dargs still locked up and the shit hurts me

Pop it outta di big bag
Some a dem start ZigZag
Some a dem gwaan real bad
Dem only just touch road

Big cuzzy pon bike back
Wheel up and ignite that
Some a dem wont like that
We don't give no f*cks

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Writer: Scott Gordon
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