Don't Call Mom Lyrics

Don't Call Mom Lyrics by SHATTA WALE

Everybody know seh 
Samini dead dead dead
Him dead dead dead
Samini dead dead dead
Him dead dead dead

Chubble! 
We're about to kill people
Shatta Movement
Some pussyhole ah go dead

Inna my war wi love violence
Fram mi seh suck unnu mada unnu know dat ah anthem
Some bwoy mada BP ah go rise
Bwoy chat like him come from miscarriage
Your 1Jon de fans seh that's gabbage
Your serious gal ah mi fan so manage
I wonder what your wife ah go say oh savage

Mi know you ah go chat bout mi ex yeah
But everbody know Shatta Wale was fair
Mi ah your dancehall king and mi come you affi clear
Battyman Samini watch your steps

Bwoy ah pussyhole
He got de chance and him ah abuse it 
Shatta Movement fans
Make you fuck up de High Grade fans
Violence

Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Everybody see seh you cyaan chat patois
Bomboklat! Bomboklat
You short'off lyrics like Adwoa Smart

Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Who lie to you seh you caan fight Shatta 
Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Real violence dancehall headquarters

Inna Ghana dem know seh 
Shatta Wale run de street so where do you stand?
Ei badman Samini this ah nuh those days big man thing
Now mi grow up to ah man
And you grow up to ah man you understand
Dont call your mum

If ah face to face mi ah go choke your throat
Grab your balls and make you cough
Your time done Samini throw de towel
Your time done Samini just travel 
Go to Canada gather your children read ah novel

Everybody know seh 
Samini dead dead dead
Him dead dead dead
Samini dead dead dead
Him dead dead dead

Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Everybody see seh you cyaan chat patois
Bomboklat! Bomboklat
You short'off lyrics like Adwoa Smart

Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Who lie to you seh you caan fight Shatta 
Bomboklat! Bomboklat
Real violence dancehall headquarters