(Chorus) Mussi true the thing up Up like seven, up like seven We run the place 20 4 7 Seven to eleven
Right now mi up UP like seven, up like seven On a real boss level 20 4 7
(Verse 1) Dutty badmind come a seh mi sign up A couldn’t to the Baffamet 26 letter in a the alphabet A just the M mi a check M fi the paper, that dem a hate fa But wi nuh cater Dem could a never be mi violator Mi higher than a elevator
When a next youth reach pon top Dem gyal si mi and scream and drop Mi park up supn and lean pon that Yo daughter a dead over the G contact
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(Verse 2) Mi cold like New York in the ice Hotter than Miami voice King in the deck, am the eye in the dice I take the pyan hand dem the slice Dem in-denial, dem indenile Am from the mud floor to marble toil Mi buss sweat seh a straight kite style Sweeter than honey tea when you boil