Lyrics

F*ck ya skunt Bong bing Come around fi a likkle Song sing Bro said he can't trust these girls No more cause she just wan see di long thing Shoulder fi a fling Dong ding We fi play drunk ping pong ping Me and a brown man did something sweet Buh me left him innah street Cah him seh di wrong ting Daddy new shoes mi na bruck from it Nah pure brand Pon mommy skin mi nah bruck foreign (foreigner) Stan up in a rich man shop Dem fi run we cheque me nah bruck pocket Aye gyal, wah ya wantin? Tell joe byron Tek timing don't stop whining Black belly up when a opp sliding No face, no case No stop the grinding Pick up the girl and you start whining Money affi mek Non stop grinding And di darg dem fresh Don't bad mind ting Ah suh mi darg dem ah step Dem roll in Money affi mek dem trolling Mi warn gyal ah step Darg dem ah step And nuff nuff gyal ah step, darg Anywhere mi go mi na bruck foreigner Darg dem fresh Mi na bruck foreigner Mommy house set Mi na bruck foreigner Daddy car fast Mi na bruck foreigner Mount can't sleep Mi na bruck foreigner Face ah no toilet Mi na bruck foreigner
Writer(s): Romario Theodore Anthonio Ricketts, Kiman Jahmaly Burnette, Shane Connery Brown, Shane St Claire, Dylan Christon Lowe, Cristale Cashel Lakeishay De Abreu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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