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T.OK girlfriend put your hands up |
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Rudeboy in a the club put your hands up |
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Put 'em up, put 'em up to the sky |
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Put 'em up, real high [Chorus: Flex] |
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Hey ladies, let me see your hands up in the air |
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From you know you look good in what you wear |
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Let me see you wave it like you just don't don't care |
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Hey gangsters, let me see you buss it in the air |
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Caw we no see no boy we fear, we're never scared |
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Let me see you buss it like you just don't care [verse 1: Craigy T] |
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A whe me gal dem deh whe come a dance fi show off make me see you get mad in here |
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And from you know say no gal can't hotter than you gal jus galang bad in here |
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All gangsters hold unu girl tight, we no want the war in |
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Here, and from you know say a you lock your endz make me see you put your hand in a the air [CHORUS] [Verse 2: Bay-C] |
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Girlfriend spin your roll, wine up your body get out a control |
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She goin, she going, she gone....sold |
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Pretty like money, gal you pretty like gold |
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Big up o the thugz you know how we roll |
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Haffi get a gal because we deh pon patrol |
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Boy stray left him gal too hard she get stole |
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Gal dem love the flex how we cold, |
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Cold like the north pole. [CHORUS] |
