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I say this one dedicated to my browning |
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Big up and test cuz ya no stop canceling |
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Respect to the maximum from shoes down to the ground |
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Buju Banton love the article caan dun |
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Hear me now! |
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Lawd have mercy |
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[Chorus:] |
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Me love me car Me love me bike |
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Me love me money and ting |
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But most of all, Me love me browning |
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Love-a me car Me love me bike |
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Me love me money and ting |
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But most of all, Me love me browning |
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[Verse 1:] |
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Pamela and Dawn, Suzette and Karen |
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I wonder what the old viper dem thinking |
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Dem a plan and dem a con and dem a scheme |
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'Cause dem waan mash up we and mi browning |
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But all the rumors dem a spread, anna pack up her head |
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My Lorna I'm not listening |
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'Cause you know when she alone, ah mi must come back home |
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To her inna de evening |
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'Cause me ah knowledge very close, how me love her the most |
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And me not hurt her feelings |
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So all de talk dem a talk, all the chat dem a chat |
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My Lorna not leaving (that's why) |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 2:] |
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Woman don't worry yourself |
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'Cause everything crisp and clean |
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Yah no say |
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Next month ah come |
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And you must get de ring |
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Go in front of the pastor and get him blessing |
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No make it ((burn?)) for all a dem |
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And get the bad feeling cuz |
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Dem a said dem are your friend, But run de whole a dem |
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Cuz dem is too deceiving |
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Dem a talk behind you back, an waan borrrow yu frock |
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To wear about this evening |
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But dem a lay down your clothes, sure we are gon propose |
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Cuz dem is too conniving |
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And if dem come back again, Then dem you know are no friend |
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Cuz you nuh like a news carrying |
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[Chorus] |
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All de girls up in de place |
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Uh di no big up yuh chest |
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De news carry ting a full time |
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It-a no get no rest |
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New year now unu fi deal wit di progress |
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Buju pon de mic and all the girls-a tek set |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Pamela and Dawn, Suzette and Karen |
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I wonder what the whole tribe uh dem thinking |
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Dem a plan and dem a plan and dem a scheme |
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'Cause dem waan mash up me and mi browning |
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But all the rumors dem a spread anna pack up her head |
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My Lorna not listening |
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'Cause you know when she alone, ah mi must come back home |
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Anytime me touch evening |
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'Cause me ah knowledge very close, how me love her the most |
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And me not hurt her feelings |
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But no matter what dem say, but no matter what dem do |
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My Lorna not leaving |
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[Chorus] |
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[Verse 4:] |
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Woman don't worry yourself |
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'Cause everything crisp and clean |
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Yah no say |
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Next month ah come |
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And you must get de ring |
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Go in front of the pastor and get him blessing |
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No make it (burn?) for all a dem |
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And get the bad feeling caw |
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Dem a said dem are your friend, But run de whole a dem |
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Cuz dem is too deceiving |
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Dem a talk behind you back, an waan borrow yu frock |
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To wear about this evening |
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But dem a lay down your clothes, sure we are gon propose |
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Cuz dem is too conniving |
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And if dem come back again, Then dem you know are no friend |
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Cuz you nuh like a news carrying |
