Sittin' like a atlete
Just drop start up a round of the late
At your back, shoot off pan it
Know I'm in a plara
Know dem gyal a cunning, why me love the aura
The one fi rock you round, I walk with the less aura
Me trick you down a trick yard, man
Look such a shape, good zane
We bout to be a dress, mic up
And a weight feed, kick in me a right trough
A jack and a late, I'm a might stuff
One strink up a front, okay, okay
Pocket full
Always in a cut, young ma shapeful
Never seen ting expose, yeah, leave it