| Baby…
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| Yeah, yeah…
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| Camel cyan pass through your needle, so no rich man nah go heaven
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| Your pussy’s good 24/7, she nuh see say her hair waan do?
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| Every whine weh you whine, she a look
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| Every tic weh you toc, she a too
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| Take a gyal man, yeah you’re bad so
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| She come a fly down, a mussi john crow
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
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| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
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| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
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| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
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| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Manicure look good like that
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| Pedicure up like high hat
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| Who fa heel back tough like rock?
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| The lotion just done like that
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| She don' look good, my God
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| The lipstick make the mouth look bad
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| Weh she a go in her last year frock?
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| Somebody give her a plate a dinner
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
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| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
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| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
|
| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
|
| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
|
| Yeah, yeah.
|
| Camel cyan pass through your needle, so no rich man nah go heaven
|
| Your pussy’s good 24/7, she nuh see say her hair waan do?
|
| Every whine weh you whine, she a look
|
| Every tic weh you toc, she a too
|
| Take a gyal man, yeah you’re bad so
|
| She come a fly down, a mussi john crow
|
| You make me cry fi your tight hole
|
| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
|
| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
|
| You make me cry fi your tight hole
|
| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
|
| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
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| Yeah, yeah.
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| Whine 'til the night over…
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| Whine 'til the night over…
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| Baby
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
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| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
|
| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
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| You make me cry fi your tight hole
|
| Mi gi' you my heart with a controller
|
| You brace pon me baby, mi feel alright, we a whine 'til the night over
|
| Yeah, yeah. |