| Girls. |
| all fruits ripe
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| Unuh a gwan good
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| I waan yuh jus truss mi
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| Hear whyme holla!
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| Gal yuh see yuh battyrider, murder!
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| You must fi want the DeeJay charge for, (ah dead!)
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| Woman yuh see yuh battyrider, murda
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| Yuh mus fi waan di DJ charge fa
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| Shorts hitch up pon your saddle, ride up pon your back
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| Exposing your property, man ah say it fat
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| Merchandise ever there there never run out of stock
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| Full of shape like a coke bottle without the top
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| Things ah gwaan fi your body, trust me 'pon that
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| All fruits ripe, so mek them gwaan chat
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| What them ah do? |
| What them ah try? |
| Who dem ah try stop?
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| From battyrider ah wear girl haffi inna that, so me say
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| It can’t, hold in a bucket, can’t hold in a pan
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| My Idren Wayne Wonder want a fraction
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| The Dee Jay want fi know, ah where she get it from
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| Battyrider the gal ah use, ah no mad man
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| Without the battyrider, Jacqueline nah go out
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| If the face nah say one, the body fi ah shack out
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| So she ah go check ah jus make ah later down ah south
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| Want come ah dance, they come more come shack out
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| Nuff gal inna batty shorts, feel say them hot
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| But them flop! |
| Cause under their batty draw blank
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| So yuh fi, banner di lola and deal with the case
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| Go do bogle dance, an mek up yuh face
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| An make your mate know your have a slice of the cake
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| Cause your battyrider, it ah mash up the place |