Popcaan - Ravin - Summertime Riddim June 2011 | Текст песни

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• Ravin - Summertime Riddim June 2011

Yooaaw
Up inna di club we gone again.
yeaaa.
Hair well plait, gyal dem phat
Gwaan mad when di tune dem drop,
One jus drop and buss har head back
When Street Vybz buss up innah har head top.

Oh God, party mad
gyal dem ah seh gaza party bad,
gyal dash weh like crab outta bag,
Zamunda gone wid 40 gyal
High grade, a crush out inna hand
Mi nuh waan see no man a par wid 40 man,
Gyal inna di club, wi dem a party pon,
dem sey di world boss, him a di party don.

Chorus:
Gyal dem love how mi pants dem straight suh
dem love how mi clarks dem lace up
and hotskull nuh tek bait up,
Hey bwoy mi ah tell yuh diss straight up seh
Wi nuh beg people inna di ravin
If a even fi spen off mi saving
Me nuh know when me a go inna di gravin
so right now we raving.
And, everybody jump is a play pen.
happy like pickney pan weekend.
Mi nuh know when we a go inna di gravin
so right now we raving.

Verse Two:
Oh God, right now mi frass,
me a press gas,
I heard pon di toll mi all nearly crash.
Oh gosh, street vybz dash,
Tommy Lee glass just drop and mash.
Mi sey oh God, party mad,
gyal dem ah seh gaza party bad,
gyal dash weh like crab outta bag,
Zamunda gone wid 40 gyal.
High grade, a crush out inna hand
Mi nuh waan see no man a par wid 40 man,
Gyal inna di club, wi dem a party pon
Dem sey di world boss,
him a di party don.

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