Cooking in my bra and panties at the stove
LA perla lingerie under my versace robe
Show me how to remix take the 9 out the hole
Platinum in these streets
But these Cubans all gold
He deserve a black belt
How he be chopping them OS

Baking soda we got baking soda
Calls us Pablo and Giselda cuz we taking over
Doing tricks on that dick like it’s a stripper pole
Treat the pu**y like it’s money
He ain’t never letting go

I’m cheffing pies with my baby
He from Brooklyn too, I’m in the stuy with my baby
Matching lous getting fly with my baby
His and her hermes
Driving matching Mercedes

We in that trap like Minnie and Mickey is
Always O.T like we be with genesis
My chanel crown on
While am serving the lean
He gon ride for his baby cause I’m his trap queen

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(Chorus)
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for a whip
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for a sip
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for a ride
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for a thing
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for nothing
I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a for nothing
Falisha, I ain’t gotta ask no ni**a
I ain’t askin’ no ni**a, don’t ask me, ni**a
Falisha, I ain’t gotta ask that ni**a
I ain’t asking no ni**a for shit, ni**a
Falisha, act like Falisha, act like Falisha
Falisha, you act like Falisha, you act like Falisha

(Verse 1)
No I’m not asking you ni**a’s for nothing because I don’t need em
When I was down bad, was I really asking you people?
I was hurting, I really had to kick them doors and do shit illegal
Then we took off, in the top floor of the continental
Yep top floor, criss cross the block like the eyes on Debo cock-eyed
Gon get my money, bitch and keep your eyes on the road
And then she asked me where we going, I don’t know
What’s all of these questions for?
You acting like your name Falisha, ho

Back then I was in everything
They thought I had legs like a centipede
Got tired of running to my mama for shit
So I kicked me a door in at 17
All of my brothers depend on me
All of my sisters depend on me
Don’t run up on me asking me for nothing
Cause I’m taking my people across the country

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
The f**k is you thinking
You think I’ma ask for some Benjis? F**k is you thinking?
If a ni**a ask me do I need something, I get offended, come on
By myself, ni**a, I’m independent
Breaking the law with no codefendant
Go to jail, I get a lesser sentence
No ni**a’s ’round me so ain’t no snitching
Mansion, I own it
Jewelry, I own it, Rari, I own it
I used to beat up the pot, Adrian Broner
Aligator loafer, crocodile hunter
Young ni**a I don’t need assistance
But I still got an assistant
It’s nothing to go buy a Bentley
Unlike you lil’ ni**a’s, pockets on empty
When it come to the guala they calling me Polomalu run to the money
Brokanese ni**a’s still wearing Prada
You know you broke, you don’t think that’s a problem
Asking for money, that’s not an option
F**king your bitch then I took her shopping
Different color diamonds, Dennis Rodman
If I throw gotti, turn to a goblin

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Stop begging ho
When she came to the car asking for the microwave
Prolly f**king Falisha
Shout out Debo, he be getting a ho for everything
Migos my people
Yeah that Rich Homie shit running through everything
Get bust by them people
Interrogation room, boy I swear I can’t tell a name
Hundred thousand, bought a new car
Get wrong at the mouth, I’ma break your shit
And let a hundred thousand buy a new mouth
And I’m up any time
Just spent another two hundred thousand dollars on a new loft
Couple thousand, that don’t mean you a boss
I got another 500 stashed behind the wall
Quavo do too, Offset do too

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Intro K-Camp)
I’m just trying to find you
But I can’t lie
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305
Love them girls from that 305, 305
I’m just trying to find you

(Chorus K-Camp)
I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North
I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West
I done seen some bad ones that came from the East
But I can’t lie
I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305
Love them girls from that 305, 305

(Verse 1 Plies)
Cute, fine, and clean Woo!, that’ll get ya raw
Pound ya from the back, that’ll get ya off
You gotta snapper, Baby, you good, don’t care about your flaws
If I ask you to turn up in the car, please don’t tell me naw
Ain’t no peons on this end, I love your expensive taste
Love how you rock that little black dress with nothing else underneath
If I had to explain you in one word, it would be everything
They ever ask me about your goods, I’ll tell them off the chain
You ain’t a dime or a quarter, you badder than that
You ain’t a flag or a faker, you realer than that
Love to see them sun rays hitting you off the beach
That pretty skin and your hair Woo!
It do something to me

(Repeat Intro)

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2 Plies)
I still don’t mind, nibbling on me a Georgia Peach
Or running down an at the DMV
Went to the West Coast and damn it then he come back
NYC they got them dimes, about to bottom that
Infatuated with your style, love your dress game
How you talk and how you grind, that shit everything
One to one talking funny, I take one of those
I like mine a little ratchet, keep that on the low
If I left it in Blue York, would you tell on me?
You got that water
Get up out ya, can’t even smell it on me
Shoe game, bag game, your shit on fleek
Any club any night, that shit on me

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3 Lil Wayne)
Too many bitches, 305, 9 5 4 7 8 sixes
Sex on the beach, sand on our feet
She speak spanish, all I understand is papi
I got an Aventura bitch with an attitude
I got her Opa-locka a bitch, you know she a groom
I got a south beach bitch with a sun tan
She say no matter what she still a LeBron fan
The balcony Versace mansion, watch the traffic move
I’m watching bitches dance with nothing on but dancing shoes
I got a California girl, they call me all the time
I said I’m in the 305, she said boy bye
Tunechi

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(Intro 2X)
Everything black, I don’t want black
I want everything black, I ain’t need black
Some white, some black, I ain’t mean black
I want everything black

(Bridge)
Six in the morning, fire in the street
Burn, baby, burn, that’s all I wanna see
And sometimes I get off watching you die in vain
It’s such a shame they may call me crazy
They may say I suffer from schizophrenia or something
But homie, you made me
Black don’t crack, my ni**a

(Verse 1)
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean
Been feeling this way since I was 16, came to my senses
You never liked us anyway, fuck your friendship, I meant it
I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the moon, heritage of a small village
Pardon my residence
Came from the bottom of mankind
My hair is nappy, my d**k is big, my nose is round and wide
You hate me don’t you?
You hate my people, your plan is to terminate my culture
You’re f**king evil I want you to recognize that I’m a proud monkey
You vandalize my perception but can’t take style from me
And this is more than confession
I mean I might press the button just so you know my discretion
I’m guarding my feelings, I know that you feel it
You sabotage my community, making a killing
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real ni**a

(Pre Chorus)
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
The blacker the berry, the bigger I shoot

(Chorus)
I said they treat me like a slave, cah me black
Woi, we feel a whole heap of pain, cah we black
And man a say they put me in a chain, cah we black
Imagine now, big gold chain full of rocks
How you no see the whip, left scars pon me back
But now we have a big whip, parked pon the block
All them say we doomed from the start, cah we black
Remember this, every race start from the block, just remember that

(Verse 2)
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
Once I finish this, witnesses will convey just what I mean
I mean, it’s evident that I’m irrelevant to society
That’s what you’re telling me, penitentiary would only hire me
Curse me till I’m dead
Church me with your fake prophesizing that I’mma be just another slave in my head
Institutionalize manipulation and lies
Reciprocation of freedom only live in your eyes
You hate me don’t you?
I know you hate me just as much as you hate yourself
Jealous of my wisdom and cards I dealt
Watching me as I pull up, fill up my tank, then peel out
Muscle cars like pull ups, show you what these big wheels ’bout, ah
Black and successful, this black man meant to be special
CAT scans on my radar bitch, how can I help you?
How can I tell you I’m making a killing
You made me a killer, emancipation of a real ni**a

(Repeat Pre Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
I’m the biggest hypocrite of 2015
When I finish this if you listening then sure you will agree
This plot is bigger than me, it’s generational hatred
It’s genocism, it’s grimy, little justification
I’m African-American, I’m African
I’m black as the heart of a fucking Aryan
I’m black as the name of Tyrone and Darius
Excuse my French but fuck you — no, fuck y’all
That’s as blunt as it gets, I know you hate me, don’t you?
You hate my people, I can tell cause it’s threats when I see you
I can tell cause your ways deceitful
Know I can tell because you’re in love with that Desert Eagle
Thinking maliciously, he get a chain then you gone bleed him
It’s funny how Zulu and Xhosa might go to war
Two tribal armies that want to build and destroy
Remind me of these Compton Crip gangs that live next door
Beefing with Pirus, only death settle the score
So don’t matter how much I say I like to preach with the Panthers
Or tell Georgia State “Marcus Garvey got all the answers”
Or try to celebrate February like it’s my B-Day
Or eat watermelon, chicken, and Kool-Aid on weekdays
Or jump high enough to get Michael Jordan endorsements
Or watch BET cause urban support is important
So why did I weep when Trayvon Martin was in the street?
When gang banging make me kill a ni**a blacker than me?

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(Verse 1)
Your so sexy
That is why
Anytime yo call and seh that yo waan mi

Mi seh good body girl
Come no mi gyal
Good body girl
Come no mi gyal

Mi seh good body girl
Come no mi gyal
Back it up pon me an you know she

Cyaa go shift weh
Ride pon di d–k yeh
Oh mi gyal kiss mi
Go girl, just f mi like you miss mi
Shi seh lord mi love the f yo give mi
Sude mi soul an take away mi miss weh
Mio seh baby don’t ever gi it weh
Cause am so inlove wid yo f gyal

(Chorus)
Bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy
Bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy gyal

Bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy
Gyal am so inlove wid yo f

Gyal bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy
Bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy gyal

Bum pon the buddy, bum pon the buddy
Gyal am so inlove wid yo f

(Verse 2)
So whine fi mi work it
Your grip paw mi body firm
Bubble turn it
When yo bend an touch yo toe mi seh a weh yo learn it
Some gyal back straight like she dem perm hi
Love the way yo skirt fit
Hot body curvy
Some gyal a seh dem perfect and dem no wort it
Tell dem fi tek dem dead body an go church it
When the bass line a thump like Trevor Burbic
Mi waan yo fi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 2)

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Intro)
So my girl
Model girl, model girl, pose pon dem
Know you no bubble no clothe from dem

Girl model girl, model girl, pose pon dem
A wa happen to dem

(Verse 1)
None a dem cyaa take yo man
Dem cyaa hold him
Could a wa happen to some girl
Weh feel like dem cyaa control him
None a dem no have yo style
Dem no have what it takes
So a wa happen to dem?
Goodas girl you no have no problem

(Chorus)
Dem girl deh no good
Dem girl deh no good
De, girl deh no good
Dem girl deh no good
Dem deh girl deh no good
Dem girl deh no good
Dem girl deh no good
Dem deh girl deh no good

(Verse 2)
The way yo body so right girl
You could a never go wrong
Cause you a goodas fi dem
Like in a Matterhorn song
Yoi burn up, she turn down
One man you have, she a pass round
And go round, and round, and round, and round
Then how mi sound

So girlfriend dem haffi show yo respect and manners
No you no feed pon biscuit and crackers
Nuff gyal a seh dem hot but dem not as
Hot as you dem don’t have no manners
Wooy, no gyal no more than you
And wooy, gyal yo man sure bout you
And wooy, dem no know nothing bout you
Tell dem baby girl

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Then how some girl a seh dem good and no man no tell dem
Walk out yo hotter than dem
Body right yo proper than dem
Tell a gyal man is not yo problem
Caw you a drive dem crazy
How you so likkle and yo just have yo baby
Walk out my girl you no lazy
And show off pon dem girl

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Intro)

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Intro)
Watch weh yo walk in a yo shoes
Meck a wrong move

Watch the road yo choose
Meck a wrong move

(Verse 1)
Cause when the war start pu–y
A nuh me a lose
Wake you up when you a snooze
Look in a mi gun, feel the fear inna yo damn palm
You nuh bad, only thing yo buss a popta
Yo friend run gone, him seh yo not smart
Yo cyaa use marshall art
Fi defeat a psychopath, not a bloodclaat
The war done and a while ago it just start
The last bwoy weh gwaan like him nuh fraid a gunshot
Mason drown him inna a blood bath

(Chorus)
Meck dem spar wid God
Yeah a suh mi bad
Caw me alone chad
Yeah a suh mi bad
Meck yo walk in fear
If mi nuh deh yah suh yo glad
Caw if yo dis me you a go in a body bag

Kill yo mom and dad
Yeah a suh mi bad
Pon yo endz mad
Yeah a suh mi bad
Meck yo walk in fear
If mi nuh deh yah suh yo glad
Caw if yo dis me you a go in a body bag

(Verse 2)
Nicko, it seem like dem smoking on steel pipes
Hope dem know seh hollow point shot pain nuh feel nice
Sneak up naw realized
Daughter a meck bay noise
Tell her shi waan stay alive fi cut like the cray knife
Caw, me is not like the people weh stop fight
Buss mi gun anywhere inna day and lock night
Yo friend dem a fall down
Rifle a clap right
Unconsus seh him glad

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Chorus)
Mi a talk wid gunshot, gunshot, gunshot
Gunshot, tek gunshot
Bwoy come a talk bout seh him skull hot
And him a tek feel up like sour sap

Mi a talk wid gunshot, gunshot, gunshot
Gunshot, tek gunshot
Bwoy come a talk bout seh him skull hot
And him a tek feel up like sour sap

(Verse 1)
You no haffi tell fi talk weh mi waan
Yuh fi stop carry Kartel name to the law
Yo name Popcaan and not lady saw
So stop meck man feel, feel up yo draw
Step in a yo house and kill yo grandma
And buy more shot wid the pardner draw
So anyone a unuh think unuh cyaa rush mi
Supn haffi pop off like a crab claw

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Bwoy a gwaan like him a crafist
So him run gone spar wid every artiste
When yuh no rate none a dem
Yuh fi stop tek feel up like fruits down a market
All a talk bout seh yo run street
Gunshot wi meck yo head incomplete
Kill one a yo friend and tek off a strap
And tell unuh seh fi come fi it

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

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(Verse 1)
Badman f gyal hard wi no know bout sex
Wi f gyal whole night wi no know bout rest
C**key in a pu**y
Gyal from yo pum pum good yuh no haffi give mi no head
Gangster a no gyal clown
But gyal yo pum pum hold mi

(Chorus)
And gyal mi love it when yuh quint it, grip me, wine paw mi c–key
Kiss me, squeeze me, yo boyfriend a call but we don’t care
Wi a go f whole night in here

Send him a message pon yo whatsapp BB tell him go easy
Turn up the radio and lock off the tv
Wi don’t care, gyal good pu**y haffi share

(Verse 2)
So tonight yuh a my gyal, my gyal
Wine paw mi c**key
Mi gyal mi love it when yuh hold me
Just tell th bwoy seh yuh never deh home
Sometime yuh haffi tell a lie gyal, lie gyal
Fi meck life easy
Yuh haffi tell a lie, yuh love the bwoy but yuh rate mi
Yo rate mi don’t? Mi rate yuh to
When mi gi yo back shot gyal it feel so good
Shift yo draws one side and shift in mi wood
Yuh no haffi tek off yo panty
Gyal mi f yo meck yo come and wet up yo clothe
Mi know the two a wi a sin
But God will forgive wi

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 2)

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(Pre Chorus)
Full a gyal like penpal
Hang up nuh baby
Mi deh pon a next call
So tomorrow man tired you nuh hear that

Verse 1)
Naw dis you baby mi wouldn’t play that
Pitty shi nuh know when shi deh pon the phone
Stacy deh pon mi c**key, mi deh feel up Simone
Kim send a plz call me pon a cheep phone
Tashagay send a BB seh shi reach home

(Chorus)
Gyal in a Loriston
Gyal a key stone
Today Name Sunday suh mi gi you the teabone

(Verse 2)
Wi never friend fish, hold a sea stone
Wa da bwoy deh a do? Wa meck a man a gi him cone

Mi full up a woman like mi name freezone
Some a dem brand new, some a dem a pree own

Come in nuh babes hurry up lock the door nuh
Member seh steff out deh suh shi a pree wi
Tell her seh you coon come you a go weewi
Pity shi nuh know when you lock the door
And lock off the light and set up the hole
And grab up yo breast set good meck mi score
Pum, pum, have the piercing, punanny bore
Gyal in a Morant Bay, gyal a Portmore
Fly pon the c**key meck yo get yo hole bore
Slam mi a slam like twenty four door
Suh mi name haffi write down in a yo fortlore

(Repeat Pre Chorus)

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Intro)
Nobody in this world cyaa stop mi
And nuh matter wa dem do dem cyaa tap mi
All when dem send dem pagan dem fi attack mi
Don’t meck dem buy you nor sell you
Don’t meck dem snipe you nor shell you
Nuh meck dem witch craft you nor spell you
Or even send dem pagan dem fi curel you

(Chorus)
I don’t know why the whole a dem stay suh
I don’t know why the hell dem a behave suh
I don’t know why the eden dem a rage suh
I don’t know

(Verse 1)
A suh the bugger dem badmind colon suh till it a stink pon dem
Badmind pen deh wid the ink pon dem
Dem full a badmind till it a print pon dem
Suh wi don’t want nuh friend nor nuh link from dem
Dem full a grudgeful it’s very disgusting
Ready fi go put dem in a disgust bin
Wi nuh carry dutty heart and wi nuh live such thing
Why dem grudge you fi the house dem and the big truck king?

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
A suh the bugger dem tan
Grudge you fi yo house and dem wi grudge you fi yo land
Grudge you fi yo car and dem wi grudge you fi yo van
Grudge you fi yo money weh yo have in a the bank
Grudge you true yo have a good reputation
Grudge you fi yo degree and yo education
Grudge you fi yo talent and yo occupation
Grudge you true yo seh self determination
Defend the nation

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Grudge you fi yo Kyle
Grudge you fi yo joy
And dem wi grudge you fi yo smile
Grudge you fi yo wife
And dem wi grudge you fi yo child
Grudge you true yo travel more than a million mile
Go hunt food for a million child
Hunt more money than a million kyle
Grudge you fi yo patton, dem wi grudge you fi yo style
Grudge you true yo vers and dem grudge yo fi yo tile
Put food in a the soil

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Chorus)
Mi want a scammer man from Mobay
Caw mi hear seh the money set a way
Mi would a gi him my body everyday
Caw mi know seh money haffi pay

Mi want a big money thief
Caw mi want a big money jeep
Mi love money bad mi nuh cheep
And my scammer man him haffi bleach

(Verse 1)
Mi tired fi spend mi own money
Pon a bwoy who tek mi fi dumby
Go a Mobay and go link up sunny
Hi scammer money tall him alone cyaa done hi
Mi ready fi lydown pon the beach
Spa treatment three times a week
Tek a cruise to Marco and Greece
Want a new ID fi run from police

(Verse 2)
Imagine me and a scammer lydown
Him get a call seh the Indian a come
Mi did ready fi go wine pon the ground
When mi look nuh the scammer that a run
Mi hear scammer down a gogo club
A shower gyal wid money love
Mi hear dem addicted to the one drug
Caw when shi wine she mash up the pub

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Mi tell yo seh mi love money bad
When mi seh money pocket haffi long
Mi naw stand up a nuh western union
Mi waan know the scammer who sell Pier One
Yo know wa, mi just change mi mind
Because when mi check back scamming is a crime
Me too hot fi go do nuh prison time
Mi work hard fi mi money suh mi fine

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Verse 1)
When the radio turn on
Music a play mi cyaa even keep calm
Play Kartel, Mavado, Shawn Storm
Octane yeah unuh a gwaan
Konshens meck woman carry on
Wi nuh know old hits member wi just born
Version ruff up the world yaw man
Tarrus Riley as you deh a one
But mi naw lie still mi nuh trust Popcaan

(Chorus)
Suncity, iriefm
Fame fm, hitz fm
News talk, tun it up quick
In a mi room, mi a listen zip
A suh mi gwaan when radio turn on
A suh mi gwaan when radio turn on
A suh mi gwaan when radio turn on

(Verse 2)
Don’t touch tha tdial tun it up in a scheme
Bombo, when the radio chip in
Spice a the princess, saw a the queen
Tifa royalty
Me soon get big just wait and see
Radio sweeter than the tv
Music sweeter than the plum tree
Lock down town go straight a country
Mi love Jamaica, Jamaica love me

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Chorus)
Yo punanny have me calling
Weh you do mi meck mi a falling
Love wid you from the morning
Wi f**k in a the hotel a Spaulding

Yo pu**y pretty fine
Beg you buss a pretty kitty wine
Meck mi put a likkle icky pon yo titty side
Yo titty pretty like

(Verse 1)
Knock out her like mi a cricketer
Wine like it that a yo body a glitter
Mi nuh si wa do mi a money this yah
Suh tip pon the sivva

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Da one yah name
Bubble nuh, bubble nuh, bubble nuh
Meck up yo face when the c**key a trouble yo
Mi nuh thump and mi nuh ban the rubble suh
When mi done yo bend up in a W
Meck wi cuddle up, cuddle up, cuddle up
C**key ask relax nuh bother muscle up
Wine like gogo when
Da f**k yah bad suh till it haffi double up

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
Kill mi dead you is the right type
Bend over gyal receive mi oil pipe
Call yo friend cause shi might like I
Gaza a nuh nothing if shi like swipe
Go Mobay get a gyal from white night
Shi nuh deaddy suh mi never call bright light
Shi deal wid the c**key like a tight fight
Mi naw lie the gyal pu**y tight, tight

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

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(Intro)
Who gas dem up?
Come wi go buss the cylinder
Mathic in a lap
Dawg half crack the window
Wi nuh fly kick in a chest
Mi nuh ninja
Whole a the strength in a mi index finger

(Verse 1)
Buss the cylinder, colder than winter
Simple as you si mi dawg mi never left the intro
Tek weh dem life yo could a faster than the sprinter
Pu**y a joke yo tek badman thing fa?

Buss the cylinder, tan in a yo bed
Chigger haffi sub mi kick one in a yo head
Cut the f**krye, from yo dis the don you a go dead
Dem find yo body without the hand, without the head
Buss the cylinder, things get dread
O357 left yo thinner than a thread
Run off yo mouth in a yo skin mi fire led
Somebody buy fish, somebody buy a bread
A nine night

(Chorus)
From you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead
Bury dem, from you dis the don you a go dead

(Verse 2)
Likkle bwoy try f**k round the system
And love party fi kill dem
A quick kill
Yo si the glock 32 a mi inkin
That a bore people face and a strip skin
Mi seh the pu**y dem fake like lipsing
And waan cow mi down
Mi gun a fire, guneriah a dem only gun
Drive by pon dem endz and as dem hold the gun
All who ahold a vibes haffi hold the ground

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 3)
In a yo face mi run mi 3 star
Wi nuh run joke clown
Yo mussi waan bat fly
Ghost town feel like you a king
Pu**y we buss the most cloud
Suh gwaan joke round till wi buss yo throat clown
Run him down, gun him down
In a yo face man empty da tek deh
Nothing nuh nice like when bwoy feel dem get weh

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 2)

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(Intro)
Wine fi mi baby, wine fi mi baby
if a nuh, nuh…
Mi tell you seh yo wine a drive mi crazy
If yo man drop asleep well him lazy

Wine fi mi baby, wine fi mi baby
if a nuh, nuh…
Mi tell you seh yo wine a drive mi crazy
If yo man drop asleep well him lazy

(Chorus)
Caw yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up mi gyal

Seh yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up mi gyal

Mi seh yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up mi gyal

Mi seh yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up
Yo pum, pum, tun up mi gyal

(Verse 1)
The lord is my shepherd mi see weh mi waan
Catty bigger than the Lexus in a mi yard
Come yah suh nuh fatty meck mi give you weh yo waan
Come yah suh nuh fatty meck mi give you weh yo waan
Mi nuh fraid a yo body if it big and broad
Twenty pound when mi si the catty jaw

Come yah suh nuh fatty meck mi give you weh yo waan
Come yah suh nuh fatty meck mi give you weh yo waan

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
The lord is my shepherd I shall not sin
Never mix up in a another man thing
Never hear mi name call in a raping’s
Every gyal out a road haffi gi mi ratings
If a gyal f**k mi hood and mi see him well a suh
Because mi see him bout ten time hi nuh
Because mi sin bout ten time today
And mi a go sin ten more time tomorrow

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Intro)

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(Verse 1)
To how yo pu–y fat mi seh that haffi tight
Bend back way because a backas yo like
Set like yuh deh pon the back a the bike
Mi waan si yo face no bother lock off the light
Di genius give mi da track yah fi voice
The gyal dem love it dem a clap and rejoice
Gyal a scream out loud shi deh pon top of shi voice
Bwal fi the lord Jesus a the Christ
Mi waan lace her up like mi lackers crep
Squeeze her tight meck shi gap and sweat
So mi do mi thing mi no stop and check
The gyal a wine up her body like a contest
Shi call mi fi come and mi seh not as yet
Under the swim around wid the crackers wet
Shi seh mi buddy big like a Japan fest
And mi no tek off mi under pants yet

(Chorus)
Gyal yo body good mi nah lie
Yuh pu–y fat mi nah lie
Gyal yo body good mi nah lie
Mi nah lie

Yo body good mi nah lie
Gyal yo pu–y fat mi nah lie
Yo body good mi nah lie
Mi nah lie

(Verse 2)
Weh yo get da style deh from
Mi waan deal wid yo case like a oily man
When yo body red and meck yo go cool out beside the fan
A white liver mi have but mi no Coolie
No mi no Chine man
And mi no fail anytime me try mission
Mi rev yuh out like Fasker dem white Nissan
From mi si how yuh a wine mi know yo like mi song
Mi know yo like this one

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Chorus)
Am working, am working, much harder than before
Mi naw rob, mi naw kill nobody fi dem things
A just my own mi a secure

Am striving, am striving, am tired of being poor
Mi waan stop pay rent an start pay mortgage
This year mi know mi sure

(Verse 1)
Not nice mi waan Bimma fi drive
Ghetto youth waan buss an live happy life
Nothing no gwaan last year but wi still survive
Taz seh him want a X7 or X5
Wait a no anywhere the money deh wi a go
Weh some bwoy a do fi money wi naw do
Real Jamaicans wi no beg pardon
Hustle more an less argue

(Repeat Chorus)

(verse 2)
Nuff people seh dem naw work a week time fi no four grand
Soon yo si mi shine don’t stretch out yo hand
Old to fenge yo no have no ambition
Mi prefer gwaan hustle small than do wrong
If yo tell yo self seh nothing naw gwaan
Den literally nothing naw go gwaan
Yuh better get up an go try meck supn gwaan
Jah call up on mi because mi strong

(Repeat Chorus 3X)

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(Intro)
Gyal love how the way you a gwaan
You extra ordinary girl
You far from norm
You cold meck mii keep you warm
You me need princess no other one

(Chorus)
My girl you a the best
Girl you full a swag you can dress
Mi no si no gyal weh can test
So mi haffi confess, you a go be mi empress
It’s love, its not about sex

My girl you a the best
Girl you full a swag you can dress
Mi no si no gyal weh can test
So mi haffi confess, you a go be mi empress
It’s love, its not about sex

(Verse 1)
My girl you a mi baby, you a mi darling
You a the first girl mi waan fi si inna the morning
Naw meck you do no bawling
Mi deh deh fi satisfied yo every need when nature calling
Girl call mi yo soldier
Give mi the Benz and meck mi drive baby I’ll be yo shofa
Mi no care bout Sofia
Girl hold me closer

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
talk how mi feel my girl so mi haffi admit
Love you more than one bit
Girl you a mi life princess, you a mi wife not a chick
Tell some other gyal quit
Girl yo waan tender loving whenever yo need care
I’ll be there, wipe the tears from yo eyes baby hold my hands
Please don’t have no fear

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Intro)

(Repeat Chorus)

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(Chorus)
Loyalty over royalty
Loyalty over royalty
Dem bwoy deh nuh know loyalty
Just take care a maga dog and si

Loyalty over royalty
Loyalty over royalty
Dem gyal deh nuh know loyalty
Just take care a maga dog and si

(Verse 1)
Love my don all the blind can si
Good and the bad mi naw left indi
Nuff a dem tell mi fi switch Angy
Naw tek pree, go press yo panty
My time soon come fi run the country
Naw go a bush fi touch no monkey
Who God bless no man nuh condem
Suh mi buss a Mrs Kitty blank pon dem

(Repeat Chorus)

(Verse 2)
Member da name yah Gaza Indu
Lyrics a kick yo think a Chin Lu
Nuff a dem left the gaza and flop
But mi naw go no where
Go somewhere with who?
Food haffi eat mi know the menu
Gaza mi seh mi need fi tell you
Who God bless no man nuh condem
Suh mi buss a Mrs Kitty blank pon dem

(Repeat Chorus)

(Repeat Verse 1)

(Repeat Chorus 2X)

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