🇯🇲 Cuss Mi Lyric (stack mi money remix) 💷 | Dancehall (translation): You ready for some badman 🔥fire🔥 on this remix, people? Eh? Heh… I'm not sure you're ready for this level of reggae dancehall you hear what I'm saying? Heh… I want to shout out Lieutenant Stitchie, badman MC, pioneer of reggae dancehall. Rest in peace, you know man. Yo, they're… They're… Yeah, they're chatting rubbish. Drop it, DJ! They're criticising my lyrics. When I unleash my lyrics, I tear it up. Trust my lyrics, they are a must my lyrics. Never suspect my lyrics. My style is fresh, they don't rust up my lyrics. When you're on the mic, they are disgusted with your lyrics, yet my lyrics are robust. They take away from your work, but add a plus to my lyrics. They watch how you wing it, but your lyrics are all bluff. You choke on the mic, then keep dressing up your lyrics. I ride the riddim, will you shut the **** up with your lyrics Shush your lyrics Take some time out and brush up on your lyrics, Because you're rushing like a fool boy. They want to flush out your lyrics. Watch how I crush the lyrics. I adjust every flow to perfect my lyrics. They chat away, discussing my work, Because I smash it with my lyrics. Lord have mercy! (We keep it stackin', yes we do) Hmmmm… You want to hear that again? Alright, then! Cha! Sing, Sing, Sing! They're criticising my lyrics. When I unleash my lyrics, I tear it up. Trust my lyrics, they are a must my lyrics. Never suspect my lyrics. My style is fresh, they don't rust up my lyrics. When you're on the mic, they are disgusted with your lyrics, yet my lyrics are robust. They take away from your work, but add a plus to my lyrics. They watch how you wing it, but your lyrics are all bluff. You choke on the mic, then keep dressing up your lyrics. I ride the riddim, will you shut the **** up with your lyrics Shush your lyrics. Take some time out and brush up on your lyrics, Because you're rushing like a fool boy. They want to flush out your lyrics. Watch how I crush the lyrics. I adjust every flow to perfect my lyrics. They chat away, discussing my work, Because I smash it with my lyrics. Lord have mercy! Hmmmmm… That's why a man has to stack his money. I want to stack my money. I'm not going to run short of money, Because I track my money. I back my money and attack my money, attack my money fair and square I don't hack my money. I don't slack when it comes to money. That's fact my money. Contract my money. And when I need to spend, I contact my money. We don't sell crack to make our money like fools. I pack away my money. A dark-skinned badman from the gully with money. Don't even think about jacking my money. My money is in the bank I don't keep it in a shack. Foolish boys carry money in a knapsack They are detracted when it comes to money. Next thing you hear, they've shanked their money, Because they're blank with for money. Carelessness leaves them with empty tanks. Their money piles shrink. Plenty of them sniff and drink heavily. Sing it... one more time yaaaa! Stack my money I want to stack my money. I'm not going to run short of money, Because I track my money. I back my money and attack my money. fair and square I don't hack my money. I don't slack when it comes to money. That's fact my money. Contract my money. And when I need to spend, I contact my money. We don't sell crack to make our money like fools. I pack away my money. A dark-skinned badman from the gully with money. Don't even think about jacking my money. My money is in the bank I don't keep it in a shack. Foolish boys carry it around in a knapsack They are detracted when it comes to money. Next thing you hear, they've shanked money, Because they're blank with money. Carelessness leaves them with empty tanks. Their money piles shrink. Plenty of them sniff and drink heavily. Listen up! They're .... criticising my lyrics. When I unleash my lyrics, I tear it up. Trust my lyrics, they are a must my lyrics. Never suspect my lyrics. My style is fresh, they don't rust up my lyrics. When you're on the mic, they are disgusted with your lyrics, yet my lyrics are robust They take away from your work, but add a plus to my lyrics. They watch how you wing it, but your lyrics are all bluff. You choke on the mic, then keep dressing up your lyrics. I ride the riddim and shut down your lyrics.
