Lyrics

She come fi blaze up the fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire Turn up the them pura ture higher, higher, higher, higher, higher, higher Roll yuh waistline like a tire, tire And you every man a admire And you dem a hail pain the streets as the whining Messiah siah, siah, siah, siah, siah, siah oh no
Writer(s): Wallace Whigfield Wilson, Ernesto Fidel Padilla, Matthew Naples, Urales Vargas Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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