I'ma get your body from my gunpowder, girl Me serious, me haffi get you tonight
I'ma get your body, hear me?
Cause I came and I saw, and I'm bound to conquer
Run away the little manna for the veranda
Cause you a Michael from Belgium, a trespasser
You live, feel, live now, at the bottom, girl
We a look you from the 18-something
And now it's 19-something
And if the bottom don't get you inna him arms
Oh manna be big same thing
Me say me serious, I am not joking
Look how me take them