Popcaan – Bullet Proof lyrics

Big up every real, real (real, real)
Bad charge, woii yoii
Big up every real, real (real, real, yeah)
Bad charge

Me see it, dem heart dirty
Me a tell you say, dem heart dirty
Fi real, dem heart dirty
Dem no waan we live fi pass 30

But me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem
Me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem
Hoi!

Dem fi know say dem nah go ever get the chance fi set me up like Mandela
Envious people and crab inna barrel dem open up your head like umbrella
Real Killy no sell out, we no seller
Watch the informer mouth, dem a teller
That's why me 'par with some real, real thugs like Skully, and Joshie, and Shella

Some bwoy, dem heart dirty
Me a tell you say, dem heart dirty
Fi real, dem heart dirty
Dem no waan we live fi pass 30

But me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem
Me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem

Well, dem fi know say me a the greatest
Everyday me dress up inna the latest
Dem nah get the chance fi kill me and laugh, me trodding it the safest
That's why me fuck dem gyal inna the Latex (oh!)
Late inna the night she send me bere texts
Say, the bwoy badmind the god inna the earth
'Cause mi dubplate dearer than him paychecks

Me see it, him heart dirty
Me a tell you say, dem heart dirty
Fi real, dem heart dirty
Dem no waan we live fi pass 30

But me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem
Me no carry feelings
Me carry mi gun dem, me carry mi gun dem

Big up every real, real (real, real)
Bad charge
Big up every real, real, yeah (real, real, yeah)

Dem fi know say dem nah go ever get the chance fi set me up like Mandela
Envious people and crab inna barrel dem open up your head like umbrella
Real Killy no sell out, we no seller
Watch the informer mouth, dem a teller
That's why me 'par with some real, real thugs like Skully, and Joshie, and Shella

Some bwoy, dem heart dirty
Mad Puss a tell me say, dem heart dirty
Fi real, dem heart dirty
Dem no waan we live fi pass 30

But me no carry feelings
Gun dem, me carry mi gun dem
Me no carry feelings
Woi yoi, wicked, woi yoi
Some bwoy, dem heart dirty
Me a tell you say, dem heart dirty
Fi real, dem heart dirty
Dem no waan we live fi pass 30
Hoi!