| Put it on, put it on, put it on
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| Take it off, take it off, take it off
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| Put it on, put it on, put it on
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| Take it off, take it off, take it off
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| He’s got the magic stick but a gyal wouldn’t know
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| From a now a extent cyaa talk bout
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| Mi man jack stick and how inch fi fit
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| Sweet but hot and spicy to the bone
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| How him dweet a would a don’t know
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| But him meck mi whole body tremble
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| Weak to mi toes
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| More time mi waan fi seh stop
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| But mi tough it out like a champion
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| Yo know mi a pro
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| My man is gifted
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| He just, just does it right
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| I can’t wait to go home and just work it all night
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| He’s got that good oh, good oh
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| That’s drive me crazy
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| He blows my mind everytime
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| Oh yeah my baby
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| Rude bwoy bless wid the style, and stamina, and vigor
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| How yo wine suh bad like what the heck go figure
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| Seh yuh would a be my position
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| Mi Hurcileas, mi Spider Man, mi mister trojan
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| Hey yo got mi turn fool but mi a hold mi composure
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| Waan come push yo weh but then mi a draw yo closer
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| Yo like a mag yeh mi just cyaa resist
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| The way yo hug mi up and love mi up
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| And gi sexy kiss |