Popcaan - Lamp Shade
EXPLICIT

[Intro]
Yeah, you girl, you a gwaan with yourself, stop
Tight pussy gyal walk out
Big pussy gyal, stop
Tight pussy gyal walk out
Hmmm

[Chorus]
Bruk the cocky like a lamp shade
No bwoy cyaan say you nah bathe
Baby, me have you higher than the damn grade
Gyal, you're pretty from you inna one grade
Gyal, whine up your pretty, pretty
What a pussy pretty
You no chippy, chippy
Hmm, every night me inna your city
What a calamity, me a kiss your titty
Hmm, gyal me waan you inna my life
Love how your teeth dem pretty and white
Bend it over, bend it over (weh)
Bend it over, bend it over

[Verse 1]
Gyal, your belly flat, your pussy fat, your body hot
Gyal a open leg and dem a play hopscotch
Cock up your batty and mek me give it couple slap
'Pon the mic' she a wrap, she a wet up the mattress
Gyal, your body clean, you no smell like cooking gas
Send a naked video, mek me watch it 'pon the snap
Gyal, your thing up, and your level never drop
If your man a gi' you head, tell the bredda say fi stop

[Bridge]
Hmm
Gyal me love you so much
You know fi bruk the buddy
Goodas gyal, a no fi everybody
Whine up inna it, tun inna baby daddy
(Weh, trouble, stop!)

[Chorus]
Bruk the cocky like a lamp shade
No bwoy cyaan say you nah bathe
Baby, me have you higher than the damn grade
Gyal, you're pretty from you inna one grade
Gyal, whine up your pretty, pretty
What a pussy pretty
You no chippy, chippy
Hmm, every night me inna your city
What a calamity, me a kiss your titty
Hmm, gyal me waan you inna my life
Love how your teeth dem pretty and white
Bend it over, bend it over (weh)
Bend it over, bend it over

[Verse 2]
Gyal, me love it when you sidung 'pon the cocky like the Benz seat you inna
Cyaan tek your man a bitch, need fi simmer
You a goodas, you no need dilemma, hmm
Whine up slow 'pon the thing 'pon the balcony
Tek it out, push it in, mek you come fi me
Baby, me ever need your company
Drive you crazy, like the taxi dem a Half Way Tree

[Bridge]
Yeah
Me love you so much
You know fi bruk the buddy
Goodaz gyal, a no fi everybody
Your body so right, gyal you deserve a Grammy
(Weh!)

[Chorus]
Gyal, whine up your pretty, pretty
What a pussy pretty
You no chippy, chippy
Hmm, every night me inna your city
What a calamity, me a kiss your titty
Hmm, gyal me waan you inna my life
Love how your teeth dem pretty and white
Bend it over, bend it over (weh)
Bend it over, bend it over

[Verse 1]
Gyal, your belly flat, your pussy fat, your body hot
Gyal a open leg and dem a play hopscotch
Cock up your batty and mek me give it couple slap
'Pon the mic' she a wrap, she a wet up the mattress
Gyal, your body clean, you no smell like cooking gas
Send a naked video, mek me watch it 'pon the snap
Gyal, your thing up, and your level never drop
If your man a gi' you head, tell the bredda say fi stop

[Outro]
Hmm
Whine up your pretty, pretty
Inna your city
Hmm
Inna your city
She say me buddy nice, she see it
Trouble, weh, stop
A so she bad
Hehe...
Bomboclaat
Gyal
Whine up your pretty, pretty
Me inna your city, what a calamity

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