Letras
Yeah eh eh yea
Wo yo ai
Grab that liquor
Oluwe mawe o
Mawe o
Oh oh o
Oh o oh o
Put on Berkins
Your body shape is awakening
Tell me make I understand
Say how you do that? I dey Stan
Cause I Dey feel for my head
Your Coca Cola bokkle shape
It's original e no be fake
And for you I risk it all
I swear I no go shake ooo
Lost in my thoughts
Like say i fagbo
Like say I shayo
But your batty weh dey make man high
Your Sah-li hot e dey burn my claro
E fit burn my claro
Tight punani weh dey make man hard
Oh Na na na yea
As yuh wake up mi deh pon your mind
Dis ya view it a only fi your eyes
When mi back it up pon you and slow whine
Slap mi batty and come grip up mi waistline
Turn off di lights cah mi nah waste no time
Mi a bad gyal yuh know dis a Showtime
Mek it flood when mi buss your pipeline
Yuh seh Jamaican girls a your type
Yea
Island gyal suh mi love yuh Banana
Seh mi taste sweet like mi a Tropicana
Give it to mi rough Anytime dat yuh wanna
Plant your seed and come be my farmer
Yea
Mi seh Bring yuh Lips come mek mi taste it
Got yuh reminiscing on our love making
Yuh seh mi likkle body neat and amazing
Mek yuh feel high like yuh blazing
Lost in my thoughts
Like say i fagbo
Like say I shayo
But your batty weh dey make man high
Your Sah-li hot e dey burn my claro
E fit burn my claro
Tight punani weh dey make man hard
(Oo oo oh yea)
One terabyte
No fit hold the loving
Weh mi geh walai
And if you leave my baby
I fit to go psych
(Go go psycho)
Jah bless you with that body
Give me whine slow