If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
I tell them all come over with it pose for the photo
Your chances are defeating me are slimer than lotto
Turn up all the meters, kick you out like lodo
Salone boy yea 232 the first 3 numbers of my moto
The way your body movin baby slow wine
I tell her mekase I no de waste time
E say e wan see me for the last time
I say well twist your body like you do not have a spine
30 on me holding 30 I do not get discouraged
Girl stop playing with the blicky, you don't know how to work it
Haters see the one we workin and now they tryna surf it
Talkin down and really envy what I do to deserve it
Now I gotta ask the question my nigga what's your purpose
I don't like the way you lookin Im feelin like you lurkin
Look up into the mirror i see a nigga hurtin
Hiding pain and emotions bundled in some curtains
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
You no go able handle dee way I Dey give am
Beat it up super hot boobidiepopdepop
All is see is black queens just like Egypt
Imma kill it put it down in a crypt
Too loud tell dee pack pipe down a bit
Three way my way she like the sound of it
That nigga ain't real it's counterfit
Every time I drip Thry drown a bit
NBA first pick how she bouncing it
Really blessed she be doing outstanding shit
And she round and thick
Stick around a bit
I should be kinda rich
But it's the opposite
That's why I'm hustling
A nigga fighting it
A nigga try go up like a kite and then
Get lost get gone fly with the wind
Get god na me side so I get fo win
Beautiful gyal with melanin
In my room, wanna see the elephant
Make her wet, control the elements
I no Dey vex I know your telling dem
How you living for the sex like medicine
Nigga wan preach he no be reverend
New Rome Cliff - Shoot the Messenger (feat. Boregard.) Lyrics
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If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
I tell them all come over with it pose for the photo
Your chances are defeating me are slimer than lotto
Turn up all the meters, kick you out like lodo
Salone boy yea 232 the first 3 numbers of my moto
The way your body movin baby slow wine
I tell her mekase I no de waste time
E say e wan see me for the last time
I say well twist your body like you do not have a spine
30 on me holding 30 I do not get discouraged
Girl stop playing with the blicky, you don't know how to work it
Haters see the one we workin and now they tryna surf it
Talkin down and really envy what I do to deserve it
Now I gotta ask the question my nigga what's your purpose
I don't like the way you lookin Im feelin like you lurkin
Look up into the mirror i see a nigga hurtin
Hiding pain and emotions bundled in some curtains
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
You no go able handle dee way I Dey give am
Beat it up super hot boobidiepopdepop
All is see is black queens just like Egypt
Imma kill it put it down in a crypt
Too loud tell dee pack pipe down a bit
Three way my way she like the sound of it
That nigga ain't real it's counterfit
Every time I drip Thry drown a bit
NBA first pick how she bouncing it
Really blessed she be doing outstanding shit
And she round and thick
Stick around a bit
I should be kinda rich
But it's the opposite
That's why I'm hustling
A nigga fighting it
A nigga try go up like a kite and then
Get lost get gone fly with the wind
Get god na me side so I get fo win
Beautiful gyal with melanin
In my room, wanna see the elephant
Make her wet, control the elements
I no Dey vex I know your telling dem
How you living for the sex like medicine
Nigga wan preach he no be reverend
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
I tell them all come over with it pose for the photo
Your chances are defeating me are slimer than lotto
Turn up all the meters, kick you out like lodo
Salone boy yea 232 the first 3 numbers of my moto
The way your body movin baby slow wine
I tell her mekase I no de waste time
E say e wan see me for the last time
I say well twist your body like you do not have a spine
30 on me holding 30 I do not get discouraged
Girl stop playing with the blicky, you don't know how to work it
Haters see the one we workin and now they tryna surf it
Talkin down and really envy what I do to deserve it
Now I gotta ask the question my nigga what's your purpose
I don't like the way you lookin Im feelin like you lurkin
Look up into the mirror i see a nigga hurtin
Hiding pain and emotions bundled in some curtains
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
If they are messing
With your mind and now you're stressing
And they are blocking all your blessings
Well I go tell am all go shoot the messenger
I turn up to the left I turn up to right
My people came to party yeah we aint come to fight
I turn up to the east I turn up to the west
I shoot at all the messengers til it aint no once left
You no go able handle dee way I Dey give am
Beat it up super hot boobidiepopdepop
All is see is black queens just like Egypt
Imma kill it put it down in a crypt
Too loud tell dee pack pipe down a bit
Three way my way she like the sound of it
That nigga ain't real it's counterfit
Every time I drip Thry drown a bit
NBA first pick how she bouncing it
Really blessed she be doing outstanding shit
And she round and thick
Stick around a bit
I should be kinda rich
But it's the opposite
That's why I'm hustling
A nigga fighting it
A nigga try go up like a kite and then
Get lost get gone fly with the wind
Get god na me side so I get fo win
Beautiful gyal with melanin
In my room, wanna see the elephant
Make her wet, control the elements
I no Dey vex I know your telling dem
How you living for the sex like medicine
Nigga wan preach he no be reverend
Writer: JONES, MATTHEWS, POWELL, RICHARDS, ROBERTS
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC