[Intro]
(Ladies and gentlemen)
T to the, T to the Z, Z
Trust me
Tek time
Trust
[Chorus]
Tek time, get loose
Mix up the Hennessy with the Boost
They don't wanna see her wine and move
Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do
Tek time, get loose
I don't wanna get wild and screw
I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune
It's gonna get mucky, fuck your views
[Verse 1]
When I see bumpers elevating
Good vibes and mandem blazing
Leave your bad vibes and hating
Draw gash in different races
There's bare flesh, bare cute faces
Blud, who are you screwfacing?
Draw your beanie, not paying
True say, I'm a young boss in the making
On the mic, I'm educating
From these wack MCs, I'm separating
Man, I love all gash, not segregating
Lyrical herbs, lyrically blazing
Bad mind people not fazing
It's blatant that them man rating
True say the flow is quite amazing and
I'll make you skank out when you're raving
[Chorus]
Tek time, get loose
Mix up the Hennessy with the Boost
They don't wanna see her wine and move
Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do
Tek time, get loose
I don't wanna get wild and screw
I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune
It's gonna get mucky, fuck your views
[Verse 2]
Tek time, sip juice
There's options, you choose
But fling up your bum, let me get a preview
Cause after the rave, it's back to the room
I'm a top boy, blud, not you
Like what, boy? You'll get bruised
You're a flop, boy, blud, just move, you're
Interrupting the perfect view
Like spin that, twirl that like a typhoon
Tek time, everybody make room
Or get swept off your toes like broom
My rhymes, yeah, they consume
I spit my words in perfect tune
I'm quite perverse, I hurt the room
Your verse is cursed if I'm after you
It's curtains even in the afternoon
[Chorus]
Tek time, get loose
Mix up the Hennessy with the Boost
They don't wanna see her wine and move
Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do
Tek time, get loose
I don't wanna get wild and screw
I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune
It's gonna get mucky, fuck your views
[Verse 3]
Saw the bumper like "wah di bumba?
Wow, gotta get that number"
Walked over, nah, not a stunter
Cause like Mez, for the pooms I'm a hunter
It's true, draw gash in bunches
Don't treat them to meals or lunches
Show 'nuff skin, dem gyal are whatless
Dem gyal are only good for one thing
I'll draw for the hammer, you can't touch this
Knock this, flop this or top this
Running it up and talking bare nonsense
Left foot, uppercut, bare punches
Bigger the badder, the harder they're falling
Slapped last night, woke in the morning
Left cheek hurting when you're yawning
Wait, man, I think that's gash calling