Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Oje Ollivierre
Ведущий вокал
Strickland Stone
Бас-гитара
Earl Stnley Chinna Smith
Электрогитара
Mitchum Chin
Электрогитара
Patrick Anthony
Труба
Winston "Saxton" Rose
Саксофон
Henry Matic Tenyue
Тромбон
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Oje Ollivierre
Автор песен
Phillip James
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Winta James
Продюсер
Слова
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
Whoa-oh-oh
And okay
Well, I don't think we can find our way back
After all of the things that you did
Now all the pleading in the world, inna go change that
Some things are just too hard to forgive
All of my friends, they used to warn me about you
But I couldn't see a thing past your smile
And now the past is coming right back to haunt you
I hope you like it when the bills start to pile
Too much stylin' can't pop no style on I, girl
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
I say you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
And now my love for you is spoiling (can't pop no style on I)
How many times we've had the same conversation?
Why you always find a reason to lie?
And girl, it seems you need some deep meditation
Might sound simple, but it's still worth a try
Some of the times me haffi wonder if you crazy
When I think of all the tricks that you pull
And now you're claiming that you wanna be my lady
But di quart pan full cah yuh full a
Too much stylin' can't pop no style on I, girl
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
Wah mek yuh full a so much stylin'? (Can't pop no style on I, girl)
And now my love for you is spoiling
(Can't pop no style on Ie) I said my love for you is spoiling
See my pants length could've pay your two month rent
And you could've work under my employment
For if I was to take you away from all that you claim
Hold you down, then what would you say? (You say)
You'd probably complain just the same
'Cause it's always about you and your own way
And do you think that life is about you open up your mouth
'Cause a smile get you more than a shout?
Must be all these guys in your past a carry you got lost
Go a school, but you can't teach class
Cah yuh full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I, girl)
Young girl, you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I)
I say you full a too much stylin' (can't pop no style on I, girl)
And now my love for you is
(Can't pop no style on I) I said my love for you is spoiling
Can't, can't, can't pop no style on-
Can't, can't, can't pop no style me
Can't, can't, can't pop no style on-
Can't, can't, can't pop no style on me
Writer(s): Horace Michael Swaby, Hugh Christopher Mundell, Oje Ken Ollivierre, Phillip Nathaniel James
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