Single / Track
Reggae & Calypso (Russ Millions x Buni x YV)
Lyrics
Ha ha ha ha (ay, J1, that's flames, my bro)
How you shell the high notes? (YJay made this)
Ahaha, ahahaha (Chee on the beat)
Yo, yuh haffi shell 'em switch on a wah? some street, man (Josh)
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 Ital
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
One fuck make your girlfriend mine
Why they just chat when they ain't on piss?
I could buy breast for my favorite bitch
All of these freaks do amazing things
Miraculous neck from a Asian ting
Unforgettable dick have your girl falling
Course I made her cum, push my hood all in
Now she's on all fours but she ain't crawling
Give her D all night 'til the next morning (tek buddy, gyal)
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso (foot)
She want gunman in her tight hole
She only dance to Reggae and Calypso
See the killys 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, clap a man (shatta)
Tryna get them man, bup bup, bang bang
Sun's out, guns out, Glo Gang, bang bang (bullet, bullet, shatta)
Pree my shooter, come like a Taliban
Donny thinks he's mad but I'm a madda man
Her ex is a wasteman now she got a badda man
Stay with my killy killy, can't trust a bagga man (feet)
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 their car skid off
The mash in my hand make ya car lift off
.44 bulldog and it's barking off
Spot my target and I'm clartin' off
Michael Jackson bad (hee-hee)
One of a kind, one unruly camp
Why they just talk on the 'net? It look sad
Brazilian hair for a baddie I smash
I consider it clear that them niggas just brass
She wanna dance to Calypso
It's the way that I wuk she won't let go
It was me that made your girl tip-toe, why? (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 killys 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-bare boom bang for a rival
She want gunman in her tight hole (feet)
Do my dance like Shiggy, go viral
Like the new age Jackson Michael (hee-hee)
HK, I'm claimin' that title
See the killys make racks, it's vital
They hear W.O.T say, "Crud"