Safaree Oh No Lyrics

[Verse 1] (Safaree)
Man I ain't going to court
Beef's a broke nigga sport
She be calling me daddy
But I won't pay child support
She like that I came from Brooklyn
But right now I'm out in London
With some shooters and badman that will bust your head for nothin'
But let me tell you somethin'
Most these fassys be frontin'
Most these niggas make believe
So best believe they be stuntin'
Man let me tell you how to do it when I really do it
I'ma really break it down and I'ma show you how to do it
This a gunman talk and a gunman [?]
And a bad boy talk and we just touched down
[?] in [?] we don't like clone
[?] just for show down
Bullet proof vests they just reflect [?]
Pam pam pam until it drop down
Take that money
Count this money
Write that shit and take all your money
No comedy jam and I know you funny
Go bounce that fat ass earn this money
[?] Kobe the mamba
But when you see me I am a monster
I am Jamaican but not a rasta
Pockets so fat where is the pasta

[Chorus](Philly Swain)
[?] man shift from the front of the rear now
[?] man stunt roll a blunt crack a beer now
Pull up to that scene make your team shed a tear now
Oh no
[?] man shift from the front of the rear now
[?] man stunt roll a blunt crack a beer now
Pull up to that scene make your team shed a tear now
Oh no

[Verse 2] (Safaree)
I know that you frontin'
You know that I'm stuntin'
What is you saying, you not saying nothin'
Came on the block with just me and my cousin
I call him Justin, yeah he be [?]
Why do you party and don't celebrate
You wastin' my time that's why I'm late
Came in a 10, should have been 8
Stopped in the lobby and saw your wife
She bought her a body, went and bought a Bugatti
Surgery is her hobby, her occupation is top me
Not talkin' Joe but she sloppy
Mixed with haters so crop me
You could follow me to Kinkos and you still couldn't copy
I ain't worry what he say
Got more keys on a key chain
Got your main chick and side chick
On my dick that's a three-way
Gettin' [?] on the free-way
Ain't get this car off of Ebay
My phone bill it costs a stack
And you still rockin' a pre-paid
And then I stack that money
Count this money
Write that shit and take all your money
No comedy jam and I know you funny
Go bounce that fat ass earn this money
[?] Kobe the mamba
But when you see me I am a monster
I am Jamaican but not a Rasta
Pockets so fat where is the pasta

[Chorus](Philly Swain)

[x2] (Philly Swain)
Oh no, oh no [?] be a four door
[?] see a paparazzi [?] snappin' photos
[?] take your chick, we gonna make a porno
Oh no

(Safaree)
Bad man ting, bad man ting
Bad man and a bad man ting
Bad man ting, bad man ting
And a bad man ting