| F-K gyal rev it out
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| Think is a motor bike this
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| Ride it, show them seh yo know how fi ride
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| Yo legs them you fi divide it
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| Ride it, ride it, ride it
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| Gyal bruk out, go bruk out
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| And a tell you seh him like it
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| Ride it, show them seh yo know how fi ride it
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| Yo legs them you fi divide it
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| Ride it, ride it
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| Mi up in a the air and yo face point down to the ground
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| Gyal mi love the way how you a sit down
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| Inna saddle wine ofter wine it till hi done
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| Meck him sing like franking Joe, bang, billi, li bung
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| The way how you a pedal no care weh them a seh gyal
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| Mi naw lie you fi get a medal
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| Think a now, long time mi and you fi deh gyal
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| You gimmi da wine yah so special
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| Man a seh him love you close to him heart
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| How you ride it off like you deh a Cape Mannis Park
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| Good gyal a you every man have to stalk
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| A murder, place a mark up wid chalk
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| Traffic blacking, how you have it backing
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| Inna yo red bottom spike heel and stocking
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| Any weh yo deh gyal yo man have to keep tracking
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| Just true yo wining ticking and tocking gyal |