| Gimme that, Imma get that
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| Me talk and get done
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| Me talk and get done
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| Drum, drum
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| Di gyal dem, dem a come
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| Now talk like we
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| Wise up, dis ya a boss
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| Gwaan, bitches got a ton
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| Walk past man, ya we no make a run
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| Boy down calm, struck ya wear out ya tongue
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| Flesh made swallow di tongue, sauce
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| Ma look at jungle, hear argument
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| Bobman, Bobman, rescue me then
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| Drop me a line
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| You a fool man?
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| Dem plots, you a bludclot lolo
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| Dance on the floor
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| And my legs on a roll
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| We all dance to the flow
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| All my ladies are the truth
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| You are what I call a señor
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| Oye papi, echa a los perros
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Wise up, dis ya a boss
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Guayando
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Gwaan
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| Di boy says "where you come from?
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| Are you from the islands? |
| Are you from the sun?"
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| Doesn't matter where I come from
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| Flesh made swallow di tongue, sauce
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| We know we stylish, ra-ta-ta ta
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| Got it going on, we so fly-fly fly fly
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| What you need is what we want
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| What you get it's all night long
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| Dance on the floor
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| And my legs on a roll
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| We all dance to the flow
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| All my ladies are the truth
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| You are what I call a señor
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| Oye papi, echa a los perros
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Wise up, dis ya a boss
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Guayando
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Guayando
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| See the rising sun
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| You can hear its sound
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| No one is around
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| Staying here, we're heaven bound
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| Don't worry 'bout love
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| We're humming words to escape the world
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| Wanna move 'til the morning
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| We won't stop 'til it's morning
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| You are what I call a señor
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| Oye papi, echa a los perros
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Guayando, guayando
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| Wise up, dis ya a boss
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Guayando
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| Gwaan, gwaan, gwaan
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| Guayando |