KK Holliday - Weh Di Rubba Deh lyrics

[Intro] Hmm, hmm, hmm [Verse 1] Ooh, the way the man smell A lotta Swisher Sweets with a dash of Chanel Clean cut, polo with the blue jeans Him eyes talk to me, he want fi do tings (s**) Look how mi pose up Hot gyal, s**y from mi toes up Make him see a little bit, now they froze up Nose up like "Me ready for mi close up" (s**) Jamaican, no mistakin' Shorts so short, got the all of dem hatin' The man Thusty, he make me laugh He lookin' at my a**, I know he wanna have (s**!) [Hook] Weh di rubba deh? Ah, what kind dat? Uh, what your name again? If you wanna have (s**!) Weh di rubba deh? Ah, what kind dat? How much you make again? You make me wanna have (s**!) [Verse 2] Big man I meet last week One hand cup both of mi a** cheeks Size 13, j**erly platinum So big, mi have to stuff him in a Magnum (s**) XL, we mash up the best Tels I'll tell you how it was cause they tell me s** sells Buddy big, face twist like his breath smells When he try to hit the p**y in the left field (s**) Mi tell him this is not war If you tryna make me quit then you not far Just because you bought me j**els and a hot car That don't mean you know about the pooms of a pop star (s**!) [Hook] [Verse 3] Bad boy, stay right there One foot inna the bucket, one foot pon de chair Ride you like a horse, smash the lamp, mi no care If you no touch me here, keep mi a** inna de air (s**) And yes, I like toys I got my big friends for all you little boys Bring the chain, bring the drill, boy, it's your choice Tie me up, gag me up, so dem no hear mi voice (s**) Real tight, real wet You never experience this here p**y yet Gwaan let loose, let go, mi no vex Do your best, bring your girl, bring your ex, we can all have (s**!) [Hook]