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Reggae & Calypso (Russ Millions x Buni x YV)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ Millions
Russ Millions
Vocals
Buni
Buni
Vocals
YV
YV
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrey Scotton
Andrey Scotton
Songwriter
Jerrel Putallaz
Jerrel Putallaz
Songwriter
Matthew Kelly
Matthew Kelly
Songwriter
Joshua Guzman
Joshua Guzman
Songwriter
Shavase Taylor
Shavase Taylor
Songwriter
Shay Hanchard
Shay Hanchard
Songwriter
Shylo Millwood
Shylo Millwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JSH
JSH
Producer
J1 GTB
J1 GTB
Producer
Yjay
Yjay
Producer
083CHEE
083CHEE
Producer

Lyrics

(Ay, J1 the flames) (YJay made this) (Chee on the beat) (Josh) Yo, yo She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (thot), she want gunman in her tight hole She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, see the killers make racks, it's vital She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival H. K., I'm claimin' that title, they hear W.O.T. say, "Crud" and slide through Do my dance like shit, we're goin' viral, like the new age Jackson Michael (hee-hee) Ganja spliff, likkle chip, not 'ittle, sexual girl, took her back, it's a cycle We don't slide, we glide and ride, slam time, everyone hold bine It's the other side where we let that shine, where I'm from, make your girlfriend mine All of this chat when they ain't on piss, I can buy breast from my favourite bitch All of these freaks do amazin' things, miraculous lip from an Asian ting Un-unforgettable dick have a girl fallin' 'cause I made her cum, push my wood all in Now, she's on all four, but she ain't crawlin', give her D all night 'til the next mornin' (tek boy, tek) She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (thot), she want gunman in her tight hole She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, see the killers make racks, it's vital She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival H. K., I'm claimin' that title, they hear W.O.T. say, "Crud" and slide through She only want killy milly, she don't want them man, give a man the business, pepper that type of man (shut up) Tryna get them man bop-bop, bam-bam, sun's out, guns out, Glo Gang, bang-bang (shut up) Dream I see, I come like the Taliban, Donny thinks he's mad, but I'm a madder man Her ex is a wasteman, now, she got a badder man, stay with my killy killy, can't trust a badder man We don't party poop, we party shot, we get the party locked Dot-dot or a big six shots, turn mad man when I get pissed off They see mad man and the car skid off, the mash in my hand, make a car lift off 44 bulldog and it's barkin' off, spark my target then I'm clartin' off Michael Jackson bad (hee-hee), one of a kind when I roll in camp Why they just talk on the net? It look sad, Brazilian hair for a baddie, I'll smash I consider it clear that them niggas just brass, she wanna dance to Calypso It's the way that I watch, you won't let go, it was me that made your gyal tip-toe, why? She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (thot), she want gunman in her tight hole She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, See the killers make racks, it's vital She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival H. K., I'm claimin' that title, they hear W.O.T. say, "Crud" and slide through Bare boom bang for a rival, she want gunman in her tight hole Do my dance like shit, we're goin' viral like the new age Jackson Michael (hee-hee) H. K., I'm claimin' that title See the killers make racks, it's vital, they hear W.O.T. say, "Crud"
Writer(s): Ben Ross, D2traps, Divjot Abhol Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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