| This how it look when doves cry?
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| She hurting looking in her love eyes
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| Tryna muster up why
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| He threw it all away to bust a nut I
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| Wish I had a different answer than lust but yup… guys
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| Weakness is them feminine creatures wit symmetrical features
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| That hour glass… a hour wit that ass it a keep us
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| Occupied, satisfied, gratified, thank you
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| These hands that count money spank you then shackle ya ankles
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| Intercourse in a telly we never been before
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| A light knock that’s room service let me go get the door
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| Finish our dinner course then throw you in the figure 4
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| One mo time choke you like a little whore to get you off
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| I like the smell of perfume, I like a skin tone
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| I like the wobbly booties I like the gym tone
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| Yoga pants over Yeezys, jeans over the pumps
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| Flats under that skirt at an after work drunk…
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| I be like… I ain’t tryna be rude
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| But it looks like you ain’t come in here wit no dude
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| Is this true? |
| If it is, well may I ask who are you?
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| Cause girl you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food
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| Look around these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
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| That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
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| Wine all night, let’s grind all night, be mine all night
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| We’ll spice it up like Jamaican Food
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| Shorty tell me some lies, I’ll tell you a few of mine
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| Call me emo when I tell you that my sign symbol’s 69
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| We’ll sip wine and have a good old time
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| Front of my mind I’m like she flip her hair twice that pussy mine
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| I don’t know what I give off, but they often give me what they get off
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| I still be stroking they be like get off
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| I’m not a player, I just fuck a lot…
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| Shit, I’m lying player in a fucking thot…
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| And if that thang looking sweet I’ll give my tongue a shot
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| On that lil Square lolipop I’m a sucker for box, uhhh
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| Y’all look at women and fantasize about being wit 'em
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| I look at women like… nah don’t fuck up her life
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| My regular day to her… a wonderful night
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| So they be try hold on, I don’t put up a fight…
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| Once I’m done nuttin it’s like we done nothing I’m like…
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| Let keep in touch you got my number right?
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| I be like… I ain’t tryna be rude
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| But it looks like you ain’t come in here wit no dude
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| Is this true? |
| If it is, well may I ask who are you?
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| Cause girl you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food
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| Look around these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
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| That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
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| Wine all night, let’s grind all night, be mine all night
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| We’ll spice it up like Jamaican Food |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Jamaican Food , by - Joell Ortiz. Song from the album Monday, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп