| Them call me badgal but me no start trouble
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| Just when it touch mek it buss mek it dance bubble
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| I got my clique by my side — my army
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| Man dem worship me boy call me swami
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| I run dis ting straight from JA
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| But me growin' up a Cali and we do it same way
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| First grade bad jook a gal inna di eye
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| And a same so me stay deh pon di school-high
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| High school gal dem never like me
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| Ice pick knife this dem whole want fi fight
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| Bitch bite me!
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| Turn the other cheek fuck that I’m a killer
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| I ain’t no saint I’m a motherfuckin sinner
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| You no see the dutty big black boot dem whe me inna
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| Dem will kick out your teeth mek you cyaan nyam dinner
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| Under the black lights you can find me
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| Dancing round and round and winding like a Gypsy
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| Touch up the speaker you might get hurt
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| You already know how we roll and ting
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| Everyday music from the soul and ting
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| We run any club from we a roll in
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| The whole of the world we a come fi tourin'
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| The pussy them could a never come diss up
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| See danger deh ya when we fuck this up
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| Deh pon a roll, ready fi bun this up
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| If unnu feel this put unnu fist them up
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| From me little and a grow get inna nuff trouble
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| Feel like seh me no fit, uncomfortable
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| But the music save me with the bass and treble
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| Everyday me sing song from me favorite rebel
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| Trust me, me check nobody does it like this
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| If she go clubbing the queen would a knight this
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| If you like this put up your hand like this
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| Jump up and down stress out your Nikes
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| Under the black light you can find me
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| Dancing round and round and winding like a Gypsy
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| Touch up the speaker you might get hurt
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| Make the bass drop
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| Under the black light you can find me
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| Dancing round and round and winding like a Gypsy |