On Deck Remix song by Abra Cadabra from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Drill, Jamaican Patois, Remix music. The Record company is unknown. Released on August 20, 2020.
On Deck Remix Meaning
| [[Intro: Abra Cadabra] Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt) [Verse 1: RV] (RV) Yo, I don’t know nuttin’ ’bout dark side (Nothing) Everyting lit round our side (Lit) Before gang got a spot in the charts I had dark and light, got split like Apartheid (No cap) Man know what I did in my past life (They know) I wan’ do up the 2’s, got too much to lose I’m pissed that I can’t glide (Pissed) Nuttin’ but love for my Farm guys (OFB) Dingers and heat Anything the drillers dem need, man fund it (True) Tion ain’t done shit in the field Just wanna talk online like a pundit You got chased, friends got chinged All ’cause the gang got bored and hunted (Haha) Shh got shot in his face, I was on the wing Put him in a raw and bunned him [Verse 2: Kush] Have you really got guns? I dunno Man dance with the pole Where they at? I dunno I just spun ’round twice with bro Got a laser beam, tryna take his soul I got ’nuff love for my juggers ‘cah they’re active Circle around tryna put him in a fat spliff O way or no way, it’s all tactics Internet yutes all hype but they catfish (Gang, gang) Bro spin that coupe, who’s that? Bro spin that, he’s movin’ like Christopher Walkin’ (Movin’) I just tell a young boy “Step back” Take deep breaths akh ‘cah there ain’t no talkin’ Gang jiggy jiggy on deck When I step with the gang Ain’t none of my goons scared to rise and tan Jiggy jiggy on deck when I’m doin’ up trap Still jump out gang on two two man , [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt) I just seen somethin’ (Rrr) Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you It wouldn’t be nothin’ (It wouldn’t be nothin’) Grr, I wan’ squeeze somethin’ (Baow)’ Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin’ (Nah) Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang) You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar) None of them pussies are riders (None of them) All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping) When we pull up in the evenin’ (Ahh) Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow) Families grievin’ [Verse 3: Double Lz] Big 15, man walk with it Any opp boys gettin’ targeted My Bruce too loose and he ain’t got screws Bait 22’s, he’s barkin’ it, clartin’ it Creepin’ on volts with the smoke Hope your bro don’t call at him Snitches and bitches Broadwater Farm, OFB, we don’t harbour it Tryna catch me an AM with this 410 (Baow, baow) Who’s in our car? No BT and Rendo Alakazam when the calibre bangs Chillin’ on the L’s like death row (Dead, dead) Pull up on dem and let go Five seconds gone, you can still hear the echo (Blaow) We get though, from the get-go (Yo) Two fat teeth in the smoke like Ghetto , [Verse 4: Bandokay] (Bando) Pretty machine, haffi beat it Even if it’s ugly, badman just squeeze it (Baow) Clean it, G-lock’s loud but the dot-dot’s screamin’ (Screamin’) Yo, Ramz bored him up with no meaning Him, Junebug, Izzpot tag-teamin’ (Splash spot) Donny got smoked, still breathin’ Caught him offline tryna gut out his feelings (Ayy) And if it weren’t done by Young Frog Probably Chat Nets, cuzzy or Bumper, yo Best run when you hear these gunshots Spin this coupe and I bet all the fun stops (Spin it, spin it) When a gun cocks, jiggy jiggy on deck Jiggy jiggy on deck, yeah, she a stunt ucks (Baow, baow) She wan’ come to the T, she don’t go to the L She wan’ come to the O where the guns pop [Verse 5: Abra Cadabra] I got my browning in South But she give me stress so I might fly West She my West ting, nah, she don’t give me stress She can make me feel nice, jiggy jiggy on deck I got bare gyal ’round, jiggy jiggy on deck In North London, jiggy jiggy on deck In East London, jiggy jiggy on deck But I don’t ever slip, got my blicky on kweff , [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt) I just seen somethin’ (Rrr) Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you It wouldn’t be nothin’ (It wouldn’t be nothin’) Grr, I wan’ squeeze somethin’ (Baow)’ Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin’ (Nah) Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang) You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar) None of them pussies are riders (None of them) All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping) When we pull up in the evenin’ (Ahh) Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow) Families grievin’ [Verse 6: Lowkey] Every gyal wan’ mad up fuh mi Big bruck back, man bruck off fuh he (Bang, bang) Mi juggy dem sick, mi rambo pon hip Dey ready fi rip, thru yuh best drip Jiggy jiggy ‘pon deck Nuh seh dey hol’ two flicky pon dem Anywhere mi there, big ziggy ‘pon deck Fuck gyal in dem mouth, big wood inna her nek Wi nuh mek talk, wi nuh mek talk Rewind di bloodclaat Push button start, press on the gas fast Bill up a spliff and tek a two blast Dem man inna my lane, they better move fast Ah, who a dem, who a dem? Reaper, dead dead, wi load di yeng yeng Try tek man fi fool, I must’ve fool dem Man rinse off di clip until di clip end [Verse 7: Dezzie] Yo, if she come ugly like Betty I can’t bring her ’round, don’t care how petty Saw the fed on my block with netty Crash straight back or swing this machete (Ayy, wet him up) Last glide bro turned him spaghetti Balaclava, but it came back sweaty (You know, you know) Farm life, I’ve always been ready Get yourself touched, keep your elbows steady (Ayy) Diddy Bop or Nuh Linga (Woi oi) Spilt ’nuff juice like Mirinda (You know, you know) I’ve got faith in my lead, trigger finger Bun man’s throat like he just ate ginger (Whoosh) Jiggy jiggy on deck, gyal give neck OFB surely got a TEC (Woi oi) You know man haffi mek Shit den, fek Baby, let’s run up a check (You know, you know) [Chorus: Abra Cadabra] Ayy, spin this coupe (Skrrt, skrrt) I just seen somethin’ (Rrr) Shoulda never been in vids and I wouldn’t seen you It wouldn’t be nothin’ (It wouldn’t be nothin’) Grr, I wan’ squeeze somethin’ (Baow)’ Bad man don’t squeeze for nothin’ (Nah) Bad man don’t brandish machine for fun Man beat big ‘matic and make people run (Gang, gang) You ain’t never bust corn, you’re a liar (Liar) None of them pussies are riders (None of them) All of them tired, sleeping (Sleeping) When we pull up in the evenin’ (Ahh) Creepin’ (Grr, baow, baow) Families grievin’ [Outro] (Rxckson) (That’s RA$H)] |
FAQ
- What is the name of the producer of the lyrics for On Deck Remix?
This lirics prodiucer by Rash the Producer & Rxckson.
- Who is the songwriter behind this hit single? On Deck Remix
On Deck Remix song lyrics is written by Abra Cadabra, Rv, Kush (OFB), Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey (OFB) & Dezzie
- Who is the person responsible for featuring the lyrics of On Deck Remix?
The artist featured in the credits for On Deck Remix is Rv, Kush (OFB), Double Lz, Bandokay, Lowkey (OFB) & Dezzie
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