| T. OK girlfriend put your hands up
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| Rudeboy in a the club put your hands up
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| Put 'em up, put 'em up to the sky
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| Put 'em up, real high
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| Hey ladies, let me see your hands up in the air
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| From you know you look good in what you wear
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| Let me see you wave it like you just don’t don’t care
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| Hey gangsters, let me see you buss it in the air
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| Caw we no see no boy we fear, we’re never scared
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| Let me see you buss it like you just don’t care
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| A whe me gal dem deh whe come a dance fi show off make me see you get mad in
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| here
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| And from you know say no gal can’t hotter than you gal jus galang bad in here
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| All gangsters hold unu girl tight, we no want the war in Here, and from you
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| know say a you lock your endz make me see you put your hand in a the air
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| Girlfriend spin your roll, wine up your body get out a control
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| She goin, she going, she gone… sold
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| Pretty like money, gal you pretty like gold
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| Big up o the thugz you know how we roll
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| Haffi get a gal because we deh pon patrol
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| Boy stray left him gal too hard she get stole
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| Gal dem love the flex how we cold
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| Cold like the north pole |