Lyrics

Damn Yeah Ay Cho Yeah, eh Twinkle, yo Which gyal can say she stress me out? That's a fuckin' clown 'Cause if a man say him bruck she haffi do without And if she screw, she get a bax pon har dutty mouth But this can't real Audacity muss bomboclaat free But all a gwan yuh cyah step in my heels Mi coachi A-plus and meesa a gyal we stingy As a wicked gyal mi a mek yuh know dis Nah go back and forth with no likkle bitch And doh chat tu mi, I'm not your fuckin' sis A idiot gyal alone mi si a argue ova dick (whoa) So tragic Dem whore yah licky licky so mi stay pon mi P's and Q's Try no make the mistake because mi strap got use Shut yuh stinking mouth and mek a bloodclaat move Mash up yuh face a way dem deevn recognize seh a you Gyal yuh nuh bad so leggo dat You coulda fuck beah general You and the wulla dem will drop You hole dead out yuah comanaz Stop suck hood and get a job Your life sad, that's not a bag Left the street and tek a nap Gyal gwan guh find your baby dad Say your pussy stink and yuh worthless You no wan' war, just trust me Fi mi skunk dem a di duncess Full a beah gun and cutlass Since when you tuff? A di fuss dis Smoking crack, you muss be My trigger finger fussy Soon as me si yuh mi a buss it How yuh a boast 2023, you're still a wear a next gyal clothes A sell you front and yuh cyah put on a pot yuh nave a stove You and a couple roach a sleep a nighttime pon di floor Bitch yuh nuh deh pon nuh level fi a chat So shut yuh mouth You's a big joke, try go wulla a rope Dead gyal yuh a ghost, fit fi dumpy show And alla gwaan yuh nuh brave none at all yuh fool nuh rass How the fuck you wan' fi fight and you nave a good draws Idiot gyal
Writer(s): Jada Murphy Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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