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Burna Boy

Don't Cross That Line

 

Don't Cross That Line

(album: Burn Notice: Tha Mixtape - 2011)


They call me Burna Boy
Oh, oh, oh, oh
See, ever since I walked in
You've been talking and talking and talking
Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding, ding
Booh!
Aye!

You and I are not the same
We are very, very different
So don't try to act like my friend
Like you knew me from back... when?
Na na na na na
Try not to bother 'bout ma character
Instead of asking questions like a barrister
You should have gone straight to my manager
You go listen carefully
My brother
I know about me
I'on know bout the others
But if anybody diss my mother

Me don't heard 'bout the boy
Me no fear batty boy
But if dem dey nearing up, me can murder the boy, cah
When dem coming through
Dem skin ah boy like cigarette
Anyone with disrespect
Ah fit get holes inna chest
I mean, I spoke clear word
And me spoke clearly
Can no battybouy ever come near me
Why dem stepping back, if dem know firmly?
One false move and it's over, G
Me ah pledge, Nigeria me country
Me am from the city
Where the niggas always hungry
Riding with dem niggas
That will run up on your mumzy
De-de-de-de-de-dem diss me dem dead
Gunshot de whola dem fi getta
Skin ah burn just like cigarette
If you diss my mother
You'll be fucking with the wrong person
Coulda be caucasian, black or persian
When me thing buss
You better start dispersing
Get scar, son
Run!
See, I'm not lying
Diss ma mum
You cross ma line
So rude, boy
Don't bother trying
Violate, I'm brusing again
(You and I)

You and I are not the same
We are very, very different
So don't try to act like my friend
Like you knew me from back... when?
Na na na na na!
Try not to bother 'bout ma character
Instead of asking questions like a barrister
You should have gone straight to my manager
You go listen carefully
My brother
I know about me
I'on know 'bout the others
But if anybody diss my mother

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