I use a liquor, but wouldn't even finger you
I would do the bitch, yeah, just accept that
You do lie, but your real belly don't flat
Boy, you're my front, dip on the head top
Me know you vexed, but me can't take the fuck back
Look how long me left the boy
Me no understand a little
Birdie tell me say a you
Least a call in hand, but I know my business
That go take a drive to the dock
Cops say you bad
Cause I just a gun, pussy, bust shot
East side, Queenstown, pure clump
Stop chat, sit down and crush a box
Food with the matic pon me lap
Heavy artillery, we no pose with trap
Man I go shoot a skunk