Still A Go Lose Lyrics
| Song | Still A Go Lose |
| Artist | Tanya Stephens |
| Album | Rebelution |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henton, Stephenson | |
| Intro | |
| Ha ha ha hoo yeh | |
| Ha ha ha ha ooh | |
| Yeh man you can call me matie | |
| Or anythin me we still appreciate it | |
| Ha ha wooh | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A gal like me never flee, | |
| Never back down yet | |
| The tighter she mek him | |
| A di close we get | |
| Wifey cockey eeh bout she no haffi fret | |
| You really believe dat alright just seh bet | |
| House hold split apart | |
| Seperate inna pain | |
| Naturally a dis a gal dem a blame | |
| Call me a house recker that is a poplular fame | |
| Cause wifey refuse to face dem own shame | |
| If the man no happy it no mek sense she vex | |
| Cause if it wasn't this gal it would be a next | |
| She nah blame the speed pon the locasta flex | |
| And she definately nah blame the boring sex | |
| Chorus1 | |
| Well if him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis a gwaan like me a ballif a mussy | |
| Me come cease him | |
| Instead a go road a night go look fight | |
| Gwaan home go do somethin fi please him (try dat no) | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Well isn't it ironic | |
| Yes man a so wifey tan | |
| She we try anythin except please the man | |
| She cah remember when last she squeeze a black head | |
| And she really affi wonder how him land inna mi bed | |
| All she worry bout a who a claim him pension | |
| And no notice seh him need some attention | |
| Wifey too oficious mek she gwaan front it the man | |
| Life lack somethin and him a hunt it | |
| She seh fi better or fi worse but when the worse | |
| Come she throw a dozen hissfic and a thousand tandrum | |
| Raise a ruckus you woulda think a di ski a fall dung | |
| And all the man wah is a likkle more gum | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| If him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis you wah blame me fi dis | |
| When a you did abuse him a seh me rek you life no him present | |
| The choice all me do a choose him | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Anyway! | |
| How some gal so hype | |
| Yet anytime me touch down, she fret so much | |
| She loose a good forty pound | |
| Suddenly she fit inna some sexxier pants | |
| And a war wid me before she tell me thanks | |
| Something bout da man yah | |
| Seriously remiss, me and him a carry on and him oblivious | |
| To this it would appear him no much older | |
| Dan eight or nine cause him wifey convince a me | |
| A mek up him mind alright him lie to the two a | |
| We and it hot but how the hell you arrive at | |
| Blaming me fi dat, does it mek you feel fulfil when you | |
| Have a likkle spot or you just love fi hear you | |
| Self chat |
| zuo qu : Henton, Stephenson | |
| Intro | |
| Ha ha ha hoo yeh | |
| Ha ha ha ha ooh | |
| Yeh man you can call me matie | |
| Or anythin me we still appreciate it | |
| Ha ha wooh | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A gal like me never flee, | |
| Never back down yet | |
| The tighter she mek him | |
| A di close we get | |
| Wifey cockey eeh bout she no haffi fret | |
| You really believe dat alright just seh bet | |
| House hold split apart | |
| Seperate inna pain | |
| Naturally a dis a gal dem a blame | |
| Call me a house recker that is a poplular fame | |
| Cause wifey refuse to face dem own shame | |
| If the man no happy it no mek sense she vex | |
| Cause if it wasn' t this gal it would be a next | |
| She nah blame the speed pon the locasta flex | |
| And she definately nah blame the boring sex | |
| Chorus1 | |
| Well if him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis a gwaan like me a ballif a mussy | |
| Me come cease him | |
| Instead a go road a night go look fight | |
| Gwaan home go do somethin fi please him try dat no | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Well isn' t it ironic | |
| Yes man a so wifey tan | |
| She we try anythin except please the man | |
| She cah remember when last she squeeze a black head | |
| And she really affi wonder how him land inna mi bed | |
| All she worry bout a who a claim him pension | |
| And no notice seh him need some attention | |
| Wifey too oficious mek she gwaan front it the man | |
| Life lack somethin and him a hunt it | |
| She seh fi better or fi worse but when the worse | |
| Come she throw a dozen hissfic and a thousand tandrum | |
| Raise a ruckus you woulda think a di ski a fall dung | |
| And all the man wah is a likkle more gum | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| If him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis you wah blame me fi dis | |
| When a you did abuse him a seh me rek you life no him present | |
| The choice all me do a choose him | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Anyway! | |
| How some gal so hype | |
| Yet anytime me touch down, she fret so much | |
| She loose a good forty pound | |
| Suddenly she fit inna some sexxier pants | |
| And a war wid me before she tell me thanks | |
| Something bout da man yah | |
| Seriously remiss, me and him a carry on and him oblivious | |
| To this it would appear him no much older | |
| Dan eight or nine cause him wifey convince a me | |
| A mek up him mind alright him lie to the two a | |
| We and it hot but how the hell you arrive at | |
| Blaming me fi dat, does it mek you feel fulfil when you | |
| Have a likkle spot or you just love fi hear you | |
| Self chat |
| zuò qǔ : Henton, Stephenson | |
| Intro | |
| Ha ha ha hoo yeh | |
| Ha ha ha ha ooh | |
| Yeh man you can call me matie | |
| Or anythin me we still appreciate it | |
| Ha ha wooh | |
| Verse 1 | |
| A gal like me never flee, | |
| Never back down yet | |
| The tighter she mek him | |
| A di close we get | |
| Wifey cockey eeh bout she no haffi fret | |
| You really believe dat alright just seh bet | |
| House hold split apart | |
| Seperate inna pain | |
| Naturally a dis a gal dem a blame | |
| Call me a house recker that is a poplular fame | |
| Cause wifey refuse to face dem own shame | |
| If the man no happy it no mek sense she vex | |
| Cause if it wasn' t this gal it would be a next | |
| She nah blame the speed pon the locasta flex | |
| And she definately nah blame the boring sex | |
| Chorus1 | |
| Well if him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis a gwaan like me a ballif a mussy | |
| Me come cease him | |
| Instead a go road a night go look fight | |
| Gwaan home go do somethin fi please him try dat no | |
| Verse 2 | |
| Well isn' t it ironic | |
| Yes man a so wifey tan | |
| She we try anythin except please the man | |
| She cah remember when last she squeeze a black head | |
| And she really affi wonder how him land inna mi bed | |
| All she worry bout a who a claim him pension | |
| And no notice seh him need some attention | |
| Wifey too oficious mek she gwaan front it the man | |
| Life lack somethin and him a hunt it | |
| She seh fi better or fi worse but when the worse | |
| Come she throw a dozen hissfic and a thousand tandrum | |
| Raise a ruckus you woulda think a di ski a fall dung | |
| And all the man wah is a likkle more gum | |
| Chorus 2 | |
| If him wah stray | |
| Him will find a way | |
| No matter how much you move like mange | |
| Cause if him leave me alone or me send him back home | |
| And nutten inna you house no change | |
| You know you still a go loose him | |
| A worry bout me so much you nah see when a | |
| Next gal a groove him | |
| You know a you kallis you wah blame me fi dis | |
| When a you did abuse him a seh me rek you life no him present | |
| The choice all me do a choose him | |
| Verse 3 | |
| Anyway! | |
| How some gal so hype | |
| Yet anytime me touch down, she fret so much | |
| She loose a good forty pound | |
| Suddenly she fit inna some sexxier pants | |
| And a war wid me before she tell me thanks | |
| Something bout da man yah | |
| Seriously remiss, me and him a carry on and him oblivious | |
| To this it would appear him no much older | |
| Dan eight or nine cause him wifey convince a me | |
| A mek up him mind alright him lie to the two a | |
| We and it hot but how the hell you arrive at | |
| Blaming me fi dat, does it mek you feel fulfil when you | |
| Have a likkle spot or you just love fi hear you | |
| Self chat |
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