Lyrics

When wi touch the road nothing nuh clash A-team pull up and h=the yazza dem a flash Bush to the bone, pocket full a cash When the gyal dem si wi all a dem a scream Oh my God! Drop cards, dem a fire gash Deh pon the paper chases like a 100 meter dash Step up pon the stage because the works dem haffi bash A suh the cameras dem a flash Me and my friends Steppin, steppin, steppin You know we and the ladies will be Steppin, steppin, steppin A seh the big yard crew will be Steppin, steppin, steppin You know a big deal business when we Steppin, steppin, steppin You hear the thing go suh wush, wush Benz just passed Pass in a dark glass Music a blast Nough girls waan have mi fi dem breakfast If a nuh second or first, is a first class Badmind and haters get embarrass Step in a the future, some live in a the pass When wi a step wi crush the snake under the grass Chris Martin sing da hook yah fast When wi touch the club wi change the scene Put away the local cause tonight we spending green Mix the Shawn Sawn yes wid the Hennessy Have a tension we the gyal dem just a pree 24 inches and a very mi machine Higher than the haters all the scheme weh dem a scheme Dem a try fi stop the food but they can never come between Some a follow we like we and it a family
Writer(s): Dwayne A. Shippy, Reanno Gordon, Robert Keith Livingston, David James Anderson, Christopher Cleveland Martin Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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