Giggs – We Nuh Fraid Lyrics

Giggs We Nuh Fraid Lyrics, Giggs ft Popcaan We Nuh Fraid Lyrics

Yeah
Yuh hear mi?
Yeah
A rich bumboclaat badness, yuh
Fully-aut’ inna dem face
Unruly

Unruly nuh walk wid water-gun
Bwoi mek talk as him talk him drop ah groung
Shot a tump him like Mike McCallum
(Woi yoi)

Step inna di dance wid mi gun pon mi
Graze mek mi eye red like Campari
Move inna London like Bob Marley
Mek di ting dem beat like Don Corle

Deadly force
Man will mek yuh ghost
Peckham badman will rest di glock pon yuh nose
Dem know Rita Rose, when time di tec expose

Di piece a Drako lef’ wul heap of hole inna yuh clothes
Shank him, rifle dem crank him
Sn1 bumboclaat tugs ah top rankin’
Pushin’ badness cross London and cling cling
Bad before likkle Wayne dem a sing bling bling

Mek duppy fast and den mi gone sing sing
Mi nuh mek riddim like anju and din din
If annuh gyal pussy ah di trigga man finglin’
Clart up di K till mi finger dem tremblin’
Mmmmm

Umm, bwoi dem ah talk alot, but pussy we nuh ‘fraid o dat
Nah, ah-ah
If yuh talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm, murda dat
Yeah

Arr, mi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Umm, wi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Yeah
If yuh talk mi nuh murda dat
An yuh know seh ah murda dat
Yeah

Can’t even spare no thoughts for dem
I’m close to da edge and bored of dem
You keep on tauntin’ all my men
Man and man will make sure you don’t walk again

Lack of respect means back of his helmet
Difficult trails, soft n** just melted
FN got petrol wid da blue tips
Call dat one blue suede shoes and get Elvised

Patience
Every man to his station
They can’t understand badman conversation
Confident, there’s no complication
You know these little nerds can’t take confrontation

Tough set of gears
Fucked him up, these blood sweat and tears
Just for ideas
H always bring good stuff for your ears
Just enough big puffs we ah blaze

Stan wid da Barse’s
Kick genies, bun wishes and ban magic carpets
100 percent, man’ll handle da garbage
Handle dem dark, swang thru da darkness

Grams in da jar
Touched him up, he stuck his neck
Dis mans a giraffe, hands on my heart
Strangle dat, when we, put a work on a man den we garn

Um bwoi dem ah talk a lot, but pussy we nuh ‘fraid o dat
Nah, ah-ah
If yuh talk nuh fi murda dat
Mmnmnnnm, murda dat
Yeah

Arr, mi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Umm, wi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Yeah
If yuh talk mi nuh murda dat
An’ yuh know seh ah murda dat
Yeah

Mi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Umm, wi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Nah, ah-ah
If yuh talk mi nuh murda dat
An’ yuh know seh ah murda dat
Yeah

Umm, wi nuh ‘fraid o dat
Yeah
Him a talk, mi nuh murda dat
Yeah, again

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  • Written by: Andrae Sutherland, Jason Neville Thompson, Paul Yebuah
  • Album: Zero Tolerance
  • Released: 2023