| Tun-tun-tun off every light
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| Tun off every light
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| Tun-tun-tun off every light
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| Because the looting a bar
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| Me vex how me drunk, you see, star
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| Every gyal have a feel, have a vibe
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| Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight
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| Mhmmm…
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| Gyal dem a bruk out
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| Do whatever a your style
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| High…
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| Me see gyal inna every direction
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| Every race, colour and complexion
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| Me no decide a which one
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| Cah me no know which one a the best one
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| Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone
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| Me waan mek you scream 'pon a high tone
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| Mhmmm…
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| Put your lips 'pon me microphone
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| Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song
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| Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight
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| Mhmmm…
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| Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight
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| High…
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| Hice it up inna the air, face inna the sheet
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| C*ck inna the stomach that’s the belly a the beast
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| Lasss ta stut- stut-stut stutter speech
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| Beat up her cheeks until the pussy tweef
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| Gyal me know waan mek you turn on
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| A true me touch you pussy like a switch, mek you turn on
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| Gyal, come over, no 'fraid a me cobra
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| Just bend over fi the Spartan soldier
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| Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight
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| Mhmmm…
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| Gyal dem a bruk out
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| Do whatever a your style
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| Bomboclaat
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| Me see gyal inna every direction
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| Every race, colour and complexion
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| Me no decide a which one
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| Cah me no know which one a the best one
|
| Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone
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| Me waan mek you scream 'pon a high tone
|
| Mhmmm…
|
| Put your lips 'pon me microphone
|
| Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song
|
| Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight
|
| Mhmmm…
|
| Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight
|
| High…
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| Tun off every light
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| Tun-tun-tun off every light
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| Tun off every light
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| Tun-tun-tun off every light
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| Tun off every light
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| Tun-tun-tun-tun off every light
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| Tun off every light
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| Tun-tun-tun off every light |