Inna Di Ghetto Lyrics – Intence

Inna Di Ghetto Lyrics by Intence

Sky bad, sky bad
Tell yuh bredda, who feels it knows it dawg
Try know dat ya’hear
Mi nuh waah si nuhbaddi

Weh inna necktie A-a-a-and Jacket
Come a tell man bout dis and dat
Breda a wahm to yuh?
A wi inna deh Ghetto yah

And know wah gwaan
Bredaa yuh here dat (dem alright man)
And wi guh tru it to, pass the worst
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream

D’even have a gyal a f#ck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a

Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree

Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
Har daddy drop a jail from she a seven
By she reach ten, a finger start sex by eleven

Neva ave a father love fi guide har, through di level (jah)
Every man har madda tek, she see dem as devil
Plus di Juvi seh him heart nah nuh love now
A round deh suh him daddy get corn up

An’ him swear pon him life
Weh him gwan do
Every shot inna di zig a fi dem
And him nuh plan fi argue

Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D’even have a gyal a f#ck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it

From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love

Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
E mount a things weh she been through

And a dis she really into (into)
Prefer gi a quick f#ck, collect, live loose
Three, five and seven, all a big youth
She did drop outta school and whole time sorry

Nuh bother form fool she seh hold dem Tavvy
A Father God alone know di burden she carry
Four a dem inna one room, a nuh easy dem have eh
Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream

D’even have a gyal a f#ck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it
From him don dead, him dark like a

Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love
Bitter Cerasee tree

Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
Har daddy drop a jail from she a seven
By she reach ten, a finger start sex by eleven

Neva ave a father love fi guide har, through di level (jah)
Every man har madda tek, she see dem as devil
Plus di Juvi seh him heart nah nuh love now
A round deh suh him daddy get corn up

An’ him swear pon him life
Weh him gwan do
Every shot inna di zig a fi dem
And him nuh plan fi argue

Yute weh a fourteen, got no dream
D’even have a gyal a f#ck
A just di fourteen
Him a prowl wid, him seh him love it

From him don dead, him dark like a
Phone screen
Yuh si dah girl deh, she only twenty-three
Seh har heart naah nuh love

Bitter Cerasee tree
Education, it nuh work fi she
All about di money, hype and luxury
Jah Jah
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Intence Lyrics – Inna Di Ghetto

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Inna Di Ghetto