Lyrics The Goods - VYBZ Kartel, Keshan

The Goods

Your wife a my gyal
Your wife a my gyal
Your wife a my gyal
The gyal seh you cyaa jerk her
Suh a mi a work her
Run in a yo bed room in a world war
When you reach home, she seh her head a hurt her
Everyday suh you gone in a your bar
Weh you tek this fah?
Mi seh you nuh fi dweet star
Tell me pastor you never read star
She a write and seh you should a never beat her
You nuh spend time and a suh mi meet her
When you fi a sweat in her sauna
Yo itch up wid a bag a man pon corner
A chat bout Pele a yo baller
And no Messi cyaa follow Maradona
You fi know seh she love how mi soccer
Yeah mi face bleach but mi cocky play darker
Man a star mi nuh Luke Sky Walker
She seh yo pen likkle suh she prefer my marker
Teacher the bwoy cyaa love mi good
Suh mi haffi send fi yo long sweet hood
Teacher the bwoy cyaa fuck mi good
Suh mi haffi send fi yo long sweat hood
God know World Boss a you got the goods
Yo wine up in a mi tight hole & shub
God know World Boss a you got the goods
Yo wine up in a mi tight hole & shub
The gyal seh true yo hood dead
Yo just a bad her up star
Act like a man don’t bother beat her
Like animal, yow a suh yo treat her
Member yo mother don’t bother beat her
Mi a mek baby from mi a go a C-Bar
Never deh a road seh mi a go pree war
Bay gyal mi a stab but it’s not a 3 star
Seh she a go put yo business pon ER
When you fi a sweat in her sauna
Yo itch up wid a bag a man pon corner
A chat bout Pele a yo baller
And no Messi cyaa follow Maradona
You fi know seh she love how mi soccer
Yeah mi face bleach but mi cocky play darker
Man a star mi nuh Luke Sky Walker
She seh yo pen likkle suh she prefer my marker
Your wife a my gyal
Your wife a my gyal
Your wife a my gyal
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