Lyrics

A no bun yah gi' him A love yah gi' me Him don't spend time wid you Da bwoy deh nah have no sense Look how you nice Me cyaan believe it. Mmh, me know you lonely, gyal Me see it inna your eye Me waan you, you waan me Fi top up your love life, baby Me waan you fi whine up your waist like so If da likkle bwoy deh no waan you me you Him a go a dance and a tell you, you cyaan go And a treat you like a dog Treat you like a John-crow But you a s'maddy pickney and everybody waan love Come a my yard fi get you body massage up But you haffi lef' before me baby maddah march up Ring me when you reach home and Blackberry charge up She say she waan Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away Me tell her Come check me, yeh Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away She turn round, she touch me, den she say She waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good But she waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good She waan gi' de bwoy bun If a likkle he a gi' him back some Him nah gwaan good Baby me tell you straight me will never mate you bawl Stand up inna love with me me nah go make you fall You go a him yard and you buck up inna gyal Cyaan believe say him treat a good woman like that Any time you lonely, call me 'pon the phone And me nah go make you make 37 miss call You no need him none at all Come 'pon the Gaza fi de general She say she waan Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away Me tell her Come check me, yeh Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away She turn round, she touch me, den she say She waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good But she waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good She waan gi' de bwoy bun A him- some and she a give him back some Him nah gwaan good Love your gi' me Him don't spend time with you Da bwoy deh nah have no sense Look how you nice Me cyaan believe it Mmh, me know you lonely, gyal Me see it inna your eye Me waan you, you waan me Fi top up your love life, baby Waan you fi whine up your waist like so If da likkle bwoy deh no waan you me you Him a go a dance and a tell you, you cyaan go And a treat you like a dog Treat you like a John-crow But you a s'maddy pickney and everybody waan love Come a my yard fi get you body massage up But you haffi lef' before me baby madda march up Ring me when you reach home and Blackberry charge up She say she waan Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away Me tell her Come check me, yeh Cheat 'pon him Gi' it away She tun round, she touch me, den she say She waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good But she waan gi' de bwoy bun Him nah gwaan good She waan gi' de bwoy bun A him- some and she a give him back some Nah gwaan good
Writer(s): Adidja Palmer, Christopher Birch Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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