C - Intellectual

Position, position

Gyal, you raw like paper (Raw, mmm)

Raw like Dovey Mag’

Pum-pum fat so 'til it all a buss yuh pants

Wicked dan Dorian, me D to you P mek a collision

Ring pon finger mek it official, fuck pon di surficial

Love when you suck e john weh bigger dan

Buckingham Palace, wine pon me buddy

While me load up me chalice

Love how you cock up, you phatter dan di average

Gyal, you body good, ya di best, ya di baddest (Projexx)

Girl, I need some loving (Need some loving)

Baby, can you give me something (Give me something)

Yeah, whine fimi, Jennifer (Mmm)

Call whenever you ready fah (Mmm)

Girl, I need some loving (Need some loving, Juls, baby)

I don’t wanna dance, but you put me in a trance

Gimme a chance, bad romance on the dance

Gimme a chance to prove myself

Baby, what you want?

Tell me when you need this love

I need your love, shaped in a glass of rum

I already told you my plans

That’s why you’re feeling me one time, yeah

You’re feeling me, I know, yeah

You’re feeling me one time, yeah

Baby, it’s your angles

When you move slow

I’m not from the city

I’m not used to angels

Maybe it’s the way you move on the dance floor

Got my mind fucked up

I’m worried

I know it’s easier to be out of my life

But don’t let go of your love

I know it’s easier to be out of my life

But don’t let go of your love (Mmm)

One ting me a tell you, me nuh shy with the ting

A just your pum-pum me, s beg you

Hot like the steam weh coming from the kettle

When you settle pon the bass and whine up pon

The treble, no rush, babe, just take your time

Know by the end of the night you’re gonna be mine (Mmm, hmm)