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Talented Act and songwriter, Naira Marley bounces back on the music scene With a Potential Hit single titled “**Vawulence**”.
Talented Musician and Songwriter, Backroad Gee makes a guest appearance on Naira Marley’s song titled “Vawulence”. This is a jam for all to groove and a wonderful number which is a must for your playlist, i swear you will not regret it if Get the song by click the Download button and Download Audio below

Naira Marley & BackRoad Gee – Vawulence Lyrics

Intro
This is crazy
Oh, yeah

Verse 1: Naira Marley
Turn a Q to a ounce (Ounce)
Turn a ounce to a nine (Nine)
And the nine turned to a box (Box)
And the box came with a strap (Strap)
Strap came in the box (Box)
The gun’s real, not props (Props)
Put your main man in a box (Box)
Fuck around, get got (Got)

Chorus: Naira Marley
We the kids your mama warned you about (We’re violent)
What the fuck you really talking ’bout? (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I’m on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about (Nigga, we’re violent)

Verse 2: Naira Marley
And I stay on my gang shit
Big dick energy, big dick bandit
When we pull up, that’s tragic
Caught three ones yеah, that’s a hat trick
Violate, get quick responsе (Yeah-yeah)
Dem no say Toys”R”Us (Uh-uh)
Dem no want war with us
If put the whistle on it, you won’t hear no noise
All you hear is
You didn’t hear shit, right?
Get the job done right
Top striker, nuh miss and shoot with right

Chorus: Naira Marley
We the kids your mama warned you about (We violent)
What the fuck you really talking about? (Gangster move in silence)
OTR, you know I’m on the run (Fuck the trident)
We the kids your mama warned you about, (Nigga, I’m violent)

Verse 3: Naira Marley
Turn a mansion to a bando (Bando)
Turn amapiano to a gang song (Gang song)
I’m the nigga you can count on
AK, Tech, MAC, no laptop (Ah)
They try ride, dey crash, dey dash, I laugh
Who’s that? See a opp, reverse
Work rate mad, I should man of the match
How many man have I put underground?
Shoot in Amiri like kayflock
How many man have we sent to baba, God?
Ah, let’s mind the business that pay us
I’ll send Kickz to your door like ASOS
Let me explain why they hate us
Never mind, dem full of shit like anus, uh
L’s for London and Lagos
P’s for Peckham and F’s for famous

Chorus: Naira Marley & BackRoad Gee
We the kids your mama warned you about
What the fuck you really talking ’bout?
OTR you know I’m on the run (OTR, OTR, OTR)
We the kids your mama warned you about (Tools up, tools up, tools up)

Verse 4: BackRoad Gee
When it’s war, separate the boys from men (Skrrt)
Outside there’s no friends, only brothers over here
Real steppas over here
Brick boys over here
Drug dealers over here
Boy, stay over there
I’ma slap him, attack him
On a Vandam ting, them kids can’t hack it
OTR, free the guys can’t play with us, why?
Cah shh got bun
More action, less chatting
Need more woosh for the splatterin’s
Like my boy said, “Cha pon dem”
Whaum to them?
Vroom-skrrt, we there in a sec
I’m the kid you’re mum warned you about
Outside ain’t safe, boy hold it down
King Brukutu, I’m live in the flesh
When **** got shot, I was there