| Gyal mi love it when yuh bring it down
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| And bring it up
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| Gyal mi love it when yuh turn around
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| And back it up
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| And when the music a play yo giggle up
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| And when yo touch the dance floor yo turn it up
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| Nough gyal hate yo but me naw cuss
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| Mi love yo more than how Sentance love Markus
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| The reason wwhy mi love yo good, yo fabulous
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| And how yo do da wine deh ridiculous
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| Shi have a six pack a Guinness and a Magnum a drink
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| Batty pretty like mill, smooth like silk
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| Bend over, bend over, gyal tilt
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| Yuh proud a everything yuh do, yuh no carry guilt
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| Meck a gyal gwaan labba, labba, dem a chat filt
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| Yo pretty like a flowers and yo body well build
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| So meck dem gwaan fuss over liquor done spill
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| Come make my day like
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| When yo wine and yo go down, and yo turn
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| Fire truck pull up cause the dancehall a burn
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| Brand alone tek dem out a money weh yo earn
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| Worst when yo bend up like the gully name firm
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| Weh day mi check Lavern, from Lauren Stavern
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| Bout shi waan come tek it on a c-kburn
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| When yo business becomes her concern
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| Fi hold her man a that deh gyal deh fi learn |