J Hus - Masculine (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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J Hus - Masculine (en) Lyrics
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It wasn't my my my my
It wasn't my bredrin that bunned
him, they said it must've been
Man stand tall, man masculine
Anywhere he go, he wanna
blast the ting
Blast that bastard pikin
Bun everyone, man can't
just start pickin'
See, I love to play the villain
I like to make a killin'
In the disco, DJ play my riddim
Man have a dance right
before we wig him
Why everybody, dey ask me,
"Where Hustla dey?"
Is he still local or he travel away?
Don't violate, I'll throw
this glass in your face
Don't make me teach you,
no be class, we nuh dey
'Cause toxic acid childrеn
don't know any other way
Toxic acid children don't
know any other way
My nigga, how many timеs do
I have to remind you that?
Stepped in the place, now
they're climbin' walls
'Cause my brother's first name
is Bala, last name is
Clava, there for palaver
Science matter, Ojuju Calabar
My face give them uncontrollable
bladder
In the disco, DJ play my
riddim (Ayo, ayo, DJ)
I swear I'm gonna lock off this party
We're takin' Rollies, Audemars, Cartis
Who's got the Richard Mille? Slap him
silly, you know the hierarchy
Man gotta check in when
they come to my city
Bouncer can't search me, got
the bonsam by my willy
And that's my killy
We pull up outside on a mad
Kawasaki, no talky-talky
Burn everyone here, we're
not too picky
Who's movin' iffy? Burn
him if he moves
Take off his helmet, that's
when he met hell
That's why niggas don't exhale, niggas
just tryna catch a groove
Take off his chain real
nice and smooth
Take off the rest of his jewels
Let me hold a dollar,
you know the rules
Niggas get burn up when we bang
off the, bang off the
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