Lyrics

Listen nigga, I'm tired of you stressing me out I'm tired a worrying about hoes I'm tired a worrying about you not coming home And not hitting me back up You always got a mother fucking excuse I just can't no more, I'm done with you period Wol on deh nuh Me nuh affi seh nothing fi get a gyal Tek weh boy gyal and turn it inna second hand and Bey gyal a run me down inna di vane A seh dem love di don Ready fi gi me worm one Gyal a pare fi me body oh god Dem gyal a love me bad because dem know me fully bad And every beat me wear me pull it off Me respect a lady weh a secure di money bag Me inbox full up wid a bag a gyal lawyer Could a all nurse and fustian A woman me love could a neva man Gyal a gi me pussy from birth before me born Cya keep one gyal yuh mussy mad Woman weh a teach, all preacher inna synagogue Fuck eh Christian all though a me religion Happy when dem see di don, happy when dem see di don A me style alone Mek yuh gyal war a moan Anytime she see di boy har tongue out a road She seh har man a toe Full up wid a bagga jokes Me fi call di other phone Pick har up and touch eh road As me buss eh door, cocky dat up inna hole Give har some fuck weh she neva get before Bad affi we sleep, mek we tek it pon eh floor She tell me seh him bored and him love fi snore Me nuh affi seh nothing fi get a gyal Tek weh boy gyal and turn it inna second hand and Bey gyal a run me down inna di vane A seh dem love di don Ready fi gi me worm one Gyal a pare fi me body oh god Dem gyal a love me bad because dem know me fully bad And every beat me wear me pull it off Me respect a lady weh a secure di money bag Deep down onna me heart Tek a boy gyal fast and nothing it neva cost Bay a talk seh dem love eh knaxx boss Mummy pon play wild Di nigga deh pon pause Nuh stacks done at all and me a di breakfast Cah she love nyam eh hot dog till eh get soft Me nuh Jamaica Jackson, gyal a fade to me talk Seh dem a gyalis and dem heart soft A me style alone Mek yuh gyal war a moan Anytime she see di boy har tongue out a road She seh har man a toe Full up wid a bagga jokes Me fi call di other phone Pick har up and touch eh road As me buss eh door, cocky dat up inna hole Give har some fuck weh she neva get before Bad affi we sleep, mek we tek it pon eh floor She tell me seh him bored and him love fi snore Why him love fi snore? Pick har up round a door Carry har pon a tour and yuh know a di pussy more A di knaxx, a di knaxx Knaxx dem Wol dem and cop dem, yeah
Writer(s): Oliver Wright, Ramone Antwaine Mitchell, Andre Stefan Hall, Sanyo Elvie, Charles Alexander Williston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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