A a A John! What kind a idiot ting dat ya give a pon mi man. Want ya back bad. Mi love off ya, ya know. Cha
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Ya could na handle the ride
See it dere now
Ya gone now pon de broad side
Hold down your head from me ya wan hide
Hit the curb and all a slip and a slide
A we say
VERSE 1:
Tell your friend dem you wicked and brutal
But now you end up in the hospital
Talk bout too much gal ya k**
Ya never stop till you write ya own will
Now ya wan gone a dr. fu- phil
Ya should a hear when mi tell ya fa chill
CHORUS
VERSE 2:
Me tell ya, say ya should na mess with this philly
Cause anything cross mi border me k** it
But ya never wan a listen to mi warning
Ya could not even budge in a de morning
Pon de streets him a boast how him dread
But pon de work John a drop down dead
CHORUS
Big up all topless and Godless crew
Cause de gal dem nah stop cry for you
All roses and nu-fish man come down a ting in a ya hand.
Man from Portmore and man from spain
Ya never wait till ya gal complain
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