| Ya ya ya-yow
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Ah ye Kojo and 32, yo
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| Tottenham gyal, whine pon di edge (pon di the edge)
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| Kingston gyal, whine till you dead (till you dead)
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| African gyal, whine pon your man (pon your man)
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| Every gyal, whine if you can (hello)
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| Tottenham gyal, whine pon di edge (pon di the edge)
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| Kingston gyal, whine till you dead (till you dead)
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| African gyal, whine pon your man (pon your man)
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| Every gyal, whine if you can
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| That major love gave us paper cuts
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| The whole of district wanna come take with us
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| Might do it straight there’s no chasing love
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| And that’s a sign that I’m cross and I’ve lost faith in ya
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| But mi lucky that mi still deh a road, deh a road, yeah
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| Cah mi still spinning around, bad a road deh
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| Tell me it’s done in the dance, run in the dance
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| Said she didn’t wanna come, I told her, «come as you are, just come as you are,
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| come as you are»
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| I can give you everyting if that is what you want
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| I can be your everyting if that is what you want
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| Here’s a likkle Hennessy to splash ina your glass
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| So imagine if I told you that I want you
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| Imagine if it all came true
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| Here’s a little remedy fi rub ina your heart
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| Cah anyting ah anyting, you’re rolling with a boss
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| So tell me what you want
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| Ay yay, I know you want the best of me, yeah
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| Ay yay, you know that I’m your remedy, yeah
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| Baby, just don’t play no games
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| Baby can you come my way?
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| 'Cause I’m a boss and I’m here to sta-a-a-ay
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| Man in the mirror yeah that’s me again
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| Running back and forth with Aaliyah dem, yeah
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| I rock your boat, wear that sea again
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| And then I’ll be an anchor for you
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| Hold you down like an anchor would do
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| Carry your coat, carry you home
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| The man and you know, you know you won’t tell me nah, nah
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| Back in the zone, you’re never alone
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| Together we roll cah wi nah let go, oh-ya nah, nah
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| Murder she wrote
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| She killin' it again, give it to dem, givin' to dem
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| Oh murder she wrote, murder she wrote
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| Murder she wrote
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| She killin' it again, give it to dem, givin' to dem
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| Oh murder she wrote, oh murder she wrote
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| Tell me what you want
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| Ay yay, I know you want the best of me, yeah
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| Ay yay, you know that I’m your remedy, yeah
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| Baby, just don’t play no games
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| Baby can you come my way?
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| 'Cause I’m a boss and I’m here to sta-a-a-ay
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| Don’t you lose focus, focus
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| Baby just hold on, hold on
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| Mi a go gi' you two strokers, strokers
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| And when you bend over
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| Mi grab head, toes, knees and shoulders, shoulders
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| So don’t lose focus, focus
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| And think they don’t know us
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| 'Cause anytime when we roll up, we look like hundreds and thousands
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| Ay yay, I know you want the best of me, yeah
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| Ay yay, you know that I’m your remedy, yeah
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| Baby, just don’t play no games
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| Baby can you come my way?
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| 'Cause I’m a boss and I’m here to sta-a-a-ay
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| Tell me what you want
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| Ay yay, I know you want the best of me, yeah
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| Ay yay, you know that I’m your remedy, yeah
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| Baby, just don’t play no games
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| Baby can you come my way?
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| 'Cause I’m a boss and I’m here to sta-a-a-ay
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| Tottenham gyal, whine pon di edge (pon di the edge)
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| Kingston gyal, whine till you dead (till you dead)
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| African gyal, whine pon your man (pon your man)
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| Every gyal, whine if you can (hello)
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| Tottenham gyal, whine pon di edge (pon di the edge)
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| Kingston gyal, whine till you dead (till you dead)
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| African gyal, whine pon your man (pon your man)
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| Every gyal, whine if you can (hello) |