Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Russ Millions
Vocals
Buni
Vocals
YV
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrey Scotton
Songwriter
Jerrel Putallaz
Songwriter
Matthew Kelly
Songwriter
Joshua Guzman
Songwriter
Shavase Taylor
Songwriter
Shay Hanchard
Songwriter
Shylo Millwood
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JSH
Producer
J1 GTB
Producer
Yjay
Producer
083CHEE
Producer
Lyrics
(Ayy, J1, that's flames, my bro) how you shell the high notes?
(YJay made this) ahaha, ahahaha (Chee on the beat)
Yo, yuh fi shell 'em switch on a wha'? Some street pon (JSH)
Yo, yo
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (foot), she want gunman in her tight hole (feet)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, see the killers make racks, it's vital (feet)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival (feet)
HK, I'm claimin' that title, they hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through
Do my dance like Shiggy, go viral, like the new-age Jackson Michael (hee-hee)
Ganja spliff, likkle chip, not istle (haha), sex your girl, took her back, it's a cycle
We don't slide, we glide and ride, slime time, everyone hold bine
It's the other side where we let that shine, where I'm from, make your girlfriend mine
Wanna just chat when they ain't on piss, I can buy breasts for my favourite bitch
All of these freaks do amazin' things, miraculous lip from an Asian ting
Un-unforgettable dick have a girl fallin' 'course I made her cum, push my hood all in (wooh-wooh-wooh)
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 (foot), she want gunman in her tight hole
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, see the killers make racks, it's vital (feet)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival (feet)
HK, 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 (shatta)
Tryna get them man, bop-bop, bam-bam, sun's out, guns out, Glo Gang, bang-bang (bullet-bullet, shatta)
Dream I see, come like the Taliban, Donny thinks he's mad, but I'm a madder man (mad)
Her ex is a wasteman, now, she got a badder man, stay with my killy-killy, can't trust a bagger man (feet)
We don't party poop, we party shot, we-we get the party locked
Dot-dot or a big six shots, turn madman when I get pissed off
They see madman and the car skid off, the mash in my hand make your car lift off
.44 bulldog and it's barkin' off, spot my target, then I'm clartin' off
Michael Jackson, bad (hee-hee), One Of A Kind, one unruly camp
Why-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, Y (feet)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (foot), she want gunman in her tight hole
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, see the killers make racks, it's vital (feet)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso, b-bare boom bang for a rival (feet)
HK, I'm claimin' that title, they hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through
B-sare boom bang for a rival, she-she want gunman in her tight hole (feet)
Da-dance like Shiggy, go viral, like the new age Jackson Michael (hee-hee)
HK, 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
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