Tekst Utworu

Pretty boy Here go Light up My lady call me, then she tell me that she want me I tell her put it on me Then I touch her like "Controlla" Turn it down like Escobar, tell her baby make it up on mi good We started kissin' and she take off mi clothes I say my saucey feel I got you in the mood I tell her c'mon man, she come drop cuckoo I tell her, "Baby whine for me babe, make a make a titi whine for mi babe" Ai pretty boy I make drive my Mercedes I have another one, I drive it's the latest Seems I kinda be hurtful person but baby when you stop undressin' Make a nigga want to kill somebody Gyal I waan protect you good Can I be your undertaker, taker? Can I be your Jamaican? My gyal Gud for you if I got de key to ya gate ah Gyal I be your Jamaican, my gyal Can I be your undertaker, taker? Can I be your Jamaican? My gyal Gud for you if I got de key to ya gate ah Gyal I be your Jamaican, my gyal Man a murderer Just a busy babe, pretty boy for the ladies balla-balla-balla-oh te But you know I'm gonna make it Man a murderer Just a busy babe, pretty boy for the ladies balla-balla-balla-oh te But you know I'm gonna make it See mi head game proper, mi stroke game proper A gyal dem rock, gotta get dem bras off And the kitty wet, man a shark in da water Dat kitty cat's got her legs spread Her legs spread like butter She told me that she like the way I make the ting go She put her face down, I make her arche her waist up She said she love my hair, again they call me Sisqo But everytime I hit it, she says, "What's my name? Go again, again" The kitty mash up, a man a nuh cum, an I say Ooh wee She knows the kitty stand up, I stuck I play violin Again, again, ooh wee, ale I come alive in the night, I check a pomp-ah She want that bad, I give her bad I be a bomba A kitty cat, I eat it, like a lick like Gomba Ooh-wee again Can I be your undertaker, taker? Can I be your Jamaican? My gyal Gud for you if I got de key to ya gate ah Gyal I be your Jamaican, my gyal Can I be your undertaker, taker? Can I be your Jamaican? My gyal Gud for you if I got de key to ya gate ah Gyal I be your Jamaican, my gyal Nuf of dis Boy I got ma ting up pon me Who hear dem? I make dem pretty pretty, I make dem pretty pretty Who are dem nasty gyals and sexy gyals? Ah gyal dem back up and whine it From dem whine up turn up for dis I test it, where nah? Never there it's at Hahaha, ya don't know de bwoy, Dia pon de mic Different style Mash up di place for real A badman gyal ayy, ai la-ga-da-da-da-da
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