[Nightcore] - 16 shots || lyrics

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Artist  ▶️ Stefflon Don
Album ▶️ Real Ting Mixtape

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Lyrics

[Chorus]
No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!

[Verse 1]
Yuh coulda be badda than a Kingstonee
Diss my mother then your skin start bleed
So don't bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Baby, tink yuh bad, say ya badder than she
If dog a-go bark, long time dem doh eat
Rap on, pop off, make ya move like freak
They say dem a gangsta, but so is mommy

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' put hands on a chick
They gon' put hands on her
Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door
What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for

[Chorus]
No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother__
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!

[Verse 2]
You gonna be madder than Bryant, Kobe
Diss my mother then your lip won't speak
So don't bother mess with my mommy
With my mommy, with my mommy
Jah really think you bad, say you badder than me
If things a-go start tonight, you won't sleep
Pop on, cut off, make ya look like creep
Dem say dem a bad gyal, but gyal dem nuh be

[Pre-Chorus]
They gon' put hands on a chick
They gon' put hands on her
Eyes watchin' when I comin' through the door
What I'ma do, they ain't prepared for

[Chorus]
No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!

[Verse 3]
Get 2 shot, if dem feel dem a don
Get 3 shot, if dem tek mi fi ediat
Get 4 shot, this a copper shot, know that
Get 5 shot, fi anybody what think dem hard
Straight boom boom head tump, ya must drop
If you hit up the Da-Da-Da-Don
Bullets gon' hit you wherever you are

[Chorus]
No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No boy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
Ta-ta, ta-tah-ta
Ta-ta-ta-ta-tah

No gyal can tell me 'bout my mother
16 shot, we go longer than a ladder
Dem nuh fi talk 'bout the real don dada
Put body inna pot dem a bun like grabba
No bwoy can diss me or my mother
Round here ain't safe, everybody need armour
16 shot, we go shotta any bluddah
Rah-ta, rah-ta
Ka-kah, ka-kah, ka-kah
Rah-ka-ka-ka-ka-rahh!