Lyrics Tump - Mavado

Tump

Genius, Tump dem!
Di Genius
Gyaaaal
Me house anuh nursery…
Bet you say when me done with you, you haffi curse me…
You pass the age of consent (mhm hm)
Me a give you the strength
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
The maga man pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And drop pon the chair
No waan no man rump her up
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
Stulla, him a pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And she no too care
No waan no man rump her up
(Ha ha ha)
Me tump her inna di worst way
Tump her up pon her birthday
Make she mash up the dresser
And she fling 'way di fan, and bawl say, she’s thirsty
She say, «Lord, have mercy!»
But this anuh no nursery
You forget wha' you say when me did tell you say me tump hard, pon the first
day?
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
The maga man pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And drop pon the chair
No waan no man rump her up
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
Stulla, him a pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And she no too care
No waan no man rump her up
Gyal, come yah fi di tumpin'
Turn 'round, get ready fi di something (fi di someting)
Me a tump you right now, straight to a morning
Every gyal fi get tumpin' calling
Dem love fi get tump while dem bawling (bawling)
Inna love dem falling
Come yah, mi darling
Spread out like tarpaulin
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
The maga man pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And drop pon the chair
No waan no man rump her up
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
Stulla, him a pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And she no too care
No waan no man rump her up
When mi say, «Tump», nuh beat dem
My youth, you haffi know how fi treat dem
Me a bwoy tump my girl everyday, not just pon a weekend
Pretty gyal, you haffi know how fi treat dem
Tump dem up and make it sweet dem
And if a gyal have too much man a tump
My youth, tump and delete then
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
The maga man pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And drop pon the chair
No waan no man rump her up
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up
Stulla, him a pump her up
Make she fly inna the air
And she no too care
No waan no man rump her up
Tump dem
A make it sweet dem (sweet dem)
Tu-tump dem
Make it sweet dem (sweet dem, sweet dem) (Tump dem, tump dem)
Make it sweet dem
Tu-tump dem hard, make it sweet dem
That’s why me a
Tump, tump, tump her up (tump her up)
Tump her up
She waan the maga man
She waan me come pump her up (pump her up)
Haha
Yo, tump her up
The song yah sick
Genius, tump dem!
Fly inna the air, and she no too care
No waan no man rump her up…