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Riddim Anna
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Bush
Bush Lord
Gyal, you cause drama
You no see it every man matter be so mad turn informer
I wanna cheat on my girl but karma
Have a way how fi bruk man's heart, make ego get smaller
You me fi in charge ah
'Cause you got a hold on me (Hold on me)
You how you shift them shorts and then just throw it on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got a hold on me (Hold on me)
You how me punch that hard or could you don't want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh gyal, me ready
Ready, me ready
Yes Lord, me ready
Ready, me ready
Fi make your body get loose (Loose girl, loose girl)
Anything you want, my girl, a just you fi choose (Oh yeah)
I'm ready for you (Bush)
Gyal, come rub on the thing down in me boxer
Tall Gucci look big beans with Rasta
Come a Glass Street, come ask fi yaksta
Feed that cuisine, quinoa and lobster
Fi make you lose it (Yo, yeah)
Your man in jail coulda phone me (Phone me)
Come make we boogie to the music (Boogie, boogie, boogie)
Oh yeah
Fi dab me deep weh inna jewelry
You must a never know a who me
'Cause you got a hold on me (Hold on me)
You how you shift them shorts and then just throw it on me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
You got a hold on me (Hold on me)
You how me punch that hard or could you don't want me
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh gyal, me ready
Ready, me ready
Yes Lord, me ready
Ready, me ready
Fi make your body get loose (Loose girl, loose girl)
Anything you want, my girl, a just you fi choose (Oh yeah)
I'm ready for you (Bush)
Oh gyal, me ready
Ready, me ready
Yes Lord, me ready
Ready, me ready
Fi make your body get loose (Loose girl, loose girl)
Anything you want, my girl, a just you fi choose (Oh yeah)
I'm ready for you (Bush)
Loose girl
Loose girl
Loose girl
Oh yeah
Come make your body get loose
Come make your body get loose
Body get loose
You and me, girl
Bush Lord
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