Son, me give her a call, bam
Down the sky, turn up the bass, make it sound trump
Gunshot, the way me flink, I'm in the throat, I'm
Oh no, she a blow up, I'm a scrotum
Why she give away your pussy? She say she don't know
And you run inna my vein, me nuh know
Blood teacher tell you no set the street, nah, no love
But you nuh never believe, never pay a fee
Fi Priscilla give me breeze
Flicky about her waist, me way flicky about her ease
Work on us and no pussy, nothing see inna the street
Me fabric a day, so fi me back at three days
Street and every