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Buccaneer - Ragga Ragga Ragga 7 - Hotter This Year
Ragga Ragga Ragga 7
01. Mr War War
02. Benz & Bimma
03. Mad House Tek Him
04. Explode Gal
05. Hotter This Year
06. Girls Way
07. In & Out
08. Gal Fi Get Wock
09. Want The Lumber
10. More Gyal
11. Matey Anthem
12. Miss Hotty Hotty
13. Ever Tight
14. Greatest Lover
15. Vintage Old Bruk
16. Death
17. Funny Guy Thing
18. Queen Of Hearts
Get all down on Karlin
Well, yeah, me no haffi say nothing
Me no have no intro
Yo, yo, yo, yooo

Woman, you get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it
You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it

Woman, me love the way you carry on
Wife material from the first day you born
Buck and hair, nah make no guess, me know say if you say yes
A the fastest wedding would a gwan
Gyal, you a lead the fool dem by far
All dem good for is gossip and war
That's why no man no waan dem
A just you you a mi friend
So no stop pressure dem
Well, gyal

Tell dem gwan
Tell dem gwan
Tell dem gwan and leave you alone
'Cause you no dog weh nah no yard
A stray a brawl fi chicken bone
Me no see no gyal weh dress like you
No try yah mad and gone a Bellevue
Face get out say, "Come on in June"
'Cause dem a bleach pon out clothes avenue
Oh

You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it
You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it

Right yah now, gyal you hot inna your printer
Spring, summer, autumn, or winter
And your hair's no come off of Kalinda
And you no full up of gas like cylinder
Every six month you visit your doctor
God, you haffi get your check up regular
You nah live like your next door neighbor
Who a manufacture...
Ohhhh no!
Hahaha

Well!

You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it
You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it

Woman, me love the way you carry on
Wife material from the first day you born
Buck and hair, nah make no guess, me know say if you say yes
A the fastest wedding would a gwan
Gyal, you a lead the fool dem by far
All dem good for is gossip and war
That's why no man no waan dem
A just you you a mi friend
So no stop pressure dem
Well, gyal

Tell dem gwan
Tell dem gwan
Tell dem gwan and leave you alone
'Cause you no dog weh nah no yard
A stray a brawl fi chicken bone
Me no see no gyal weh dress like you
No try yah mad and gone a Bellevue
Face get out say, "Come on in June"
'Cause dem a bleach pon out clothes avenue
Oh

You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it
You get hotter hotter every year
Anywhere weh you walk, man a stare
And a gyal don't like it
So just tell her fi bite it

Right yah now, gyal you hot inna your printer
Spring, summer, autumn, or winter
And your hair's no come off of Kalinda
And you no full up of gas like cylinder