Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Dun Wife, artist - Mad Cobra. Date of issue: 08.10.2009
Song language: English
Dun Wife |
| Tell her, leave your man alone… and go look her own |
| Can’t trespass pon your compound |
| Mate have to bow! |
| Mad Cobra say |
| Well, then |
| Well |
| Done wife, and you no watch mate |
| Make a gyal know dem pot you nah scrape, scrape |
| You look good, gyal you have the cute face |
| Man a mad over your looks and shape |
| Well |
| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down |
| A gyal vexed like a you make she done |
| You a done wife, gyal, and yes, a you rule |
| Make the mate now, so she fool-fool |
| And you done rule |
| So, it better dem cool |
| Well |
| Pop style |
| Hotness, mi child |
| You own the man, a gyal wait fi awhile |
| Fi get fi your body, man will swim river Nile |
| Smooth and silky gyal, tender and mild |
| Mate can never take the chance and smile |
| Sit down pon your business while fi dem own spoil |
| Nuff man a exchange dem engine oil |
| Lead, you a lead the whole of dem by a mile |
| That’s why the Mad Cobra smile |
| Well |
| Done wife, you no watch mate |
| Gyal pot right yah now you nah scrape, plate |
| Look good, have your cute face |
| Man a mad over your looks and your shape |
| Well |
| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down |
| A gyal vexed like a you make she done |
| Done wife, gyal, and you done rule |
| Make the mate now, so she fool-fool |
| And she a foot stool |
| Better she sit down and cool |
| Well |
| When you see the gyal dem, just shout out this |
| «Borrow clothes, borrow man, pitch crow, pitch!» |
| How much man she want? |
| Oh Lord, a wha' this?! |
| She see your property and waan fi trespass pon it |
| See you love fly far, waan one rocket |
| Flop, a gyal flop just because she flip |
| A gyal body no good, just walk and spread it |
| Deh pon the condemned list |
| Hear this |
| Done wife, 'cause you no watch mate |
| Gyal pot right yah now you nah scrape, scrape |
| You look good, you have your cute face |
| Man a mad over your looks and your shape |
| Well |
| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down |
| Gyal vexed like a you make she done |
| You a done wife, and a you done rule |
| Matey, she is a foot stool |
| And you done rule |
| And it better dem cool |
| Well |
| Imagine, how you and him a come from far |
| When dem used to cuss him how him black like tar |
| Now him get smooth and a drive pretty car |
| Dollar sign long, from here to Savla Mar |
| Things no stop gwan, you a live like a star |
| Start look your man, and turn 'round waan fi war |
| Promise you acid burn, promise you scar |
| Can’t tell you how him don’t even look pon her |
| Done wife, and you no watch mate |
| A gyal pot you nah scrape, scrape |
| Look good, you have your cute face |
| Man a mad over your looks and your shape |
| Well |
| Big tings, a gyal man a run you down |
| A gyal vexed like a you make she done |
| Done wife gyal, and you done rule |
| Make the mate, now she fool-fool |
| And she a foot stool |
| Better she sit down and cool |
| Well |
| Pop style |
| Hotness, mi child |
| You own the man, a gyal fi wait fi awhile |
| Fi get fi your body, man swim river Nile |
| Smooth and silky, tender and mild |
| Mate can never take the chance and smile |
| Sit down pon your name and fi dem business a spoil |
| Nuff man a exchange dem engine oil |
| But, you a lead by a mile |
| Smile |
| Done wife, and you no watch mate |
| A gyal pot you nah scrape, plate |
| Look good, you have your cute face |
| Man a mad over your looks and your shape |