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It's 'donia
Gyal!
I wanna bone you
Why?
You got the proper ukku
You hold your man
'Cause your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
Say, you ukku bit! You ukku bit!
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
Gyal, your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
You ukku bit!
The tightness a your thing, one of your assets
Man a rush you, water a run like faucet
Baby boo, you're full of glue like Pattex
Man empty dem pockets
By credit, dem a text
You have up the glimmity, the glammity
Make your man float like there is no gravity
Nah drink no bag juice fi give you no cavity
Hold up your sittin and grab it-it-it
You hold your man
'Cause your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
Say, you ukku bit! You ukku bit!
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
Gyal, your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
You ukku bit!
Your needle eye, through deh the tread go!
Nuff man want fi give you dem bed flow
Like to drugs to dem, she said, "No!"
Waistline grip him, nuh have fi put your head low
Gyal, your face intact, tight and fat
Full of glammity when you bring that, when skin slap
No rash nuh pon you skin tag
Nuh lick fi him pop
Him try lef', and the sittin bring him back
You hold your man
'Cause your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
Say, you ukku bit! You ukku bit!
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
Gyal, your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
You ukku bit!
The tightness a your thing, one of your assets
Man a rush you, water a run like faucet
Baby boo, you're full of glue like Pattex
Man empty dem pockets
By credit, dem a text
You have up the glimmity, the glammity
Make your man float like there is no gravity
Nah drink no bag juice fi give you no cavity
Hold up your sittin and grab it-it-it
You hold your man
'Cause your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
Say, you ukku bit! You ukku bit!
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku tight
And your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku
And your ukku right
Gyal, your ukku ku, ku
Your ukku never bite
And your boyfriend a tell you say...
You ukku bit!
Your needle eye, through deh the tread go!
Nuff man want fi give you dem bed flow
Like to drugs to dem, she said, "No!"
Waistline grip him, nuh have fi put your head low
Gyal, your face intact, tight and fat
Full of glammity when you bring that, when skin slap
No rash nuh pon you skin tag
Nuh lick fi him pop
Him try lef', and the sittin bring him back.
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