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Gong Zilla, Sean paul, colder than a cold sore
No flaw, so sharp, wanted like a outlaw
Dread Locks, Mohawk, gyal no meck di road block!

Well a who dem
blowing good on swole
So let's ride til we can't ride no damn more
We Cadillac pimpin hard see my nigga fa sho'

[Chorus]

[Sean Paul]
Sure be white
showed me consistency

[Repeat Hook]
[Sean Paul (2x)]
Things change from year to year, girl
But my love for you is always here, girl
Never 'fraid.
going down
Watch me do my thing
You fucking with Sean Paul
We can hit the bed
And throw her up against the wall
Yeah you the shit
Ya matching
you is a joke
So step in the ride
They call me the Juice
And it's the truth
It's wit all the sports
So watch bitch

Chorus

Verse 3 Sean Paul
Yeah I'm
me, just grind to the bass line
Homey, don't be scared to grab her from behind
And make her show out her wild side
(Sean Paul) Stick out her backside
through frustration
Clean Bandit, Sean-Da-Paul, Anne-marie, sing, make them hear

She works the night, by the water
She's gonna stress, so far away from
[Verse 1]
I'm sendin this one out to my man Sean Barnes
Wanted to tell you what's been going on
Since you've been gone
Every week the crew has
[Chorus: x2]
I love a ghetto ass chick, break down rings for me
If I would let her shoot, she'll count up this cheese for me
It's going down like
Deborah Conway and Paul Kelly
I might be the last to know
What comes so easy to all my friends
I'm so good at letting go

Regrets go belly up
the fight.

[Paul:] Now you don't
([All:] you don't),
Understand
([All:] understand),
Girl you made me all I am,
Now I've started to see, just how hard
(Sean Paul)
I woke up quick, thought it was about noon
These drawls had me gone, Victorias and perfume
See when it too much good, somethin' got to go bad
the fight.

[Paul:] Now you don't
([All:] you don't),
Understand
([All:] understand),
Girl you made me all I am,
Now I've started to see, just how hard
Ahh Mrs Jewcy I'm plaesed to tell you that you have given birth to a healthy baby boy.What are you going to call him?

Ummm I tink I am going to call
Then maybe he stop savin' all the good beats for himself
Rocafella's only n****z that help

My money was thinner than Sean Paul's goatee hair
Now
talk murder, but they ain't gon ride
Now we goin' hard like I ain't gonna die
Meek Mill!

Do it! OK
Smoke until I got no lungs
Got her going down, no
Then it's going down
Watch me do my thang

You fucking with Sean Paul
We can hit the bed
And throw her up against the wall
Yeah, you the shit
Ya matching
at least a grand
Gold on my neck, my pistols close at hand
I'm a self-made monster of the city streets
Remotely controlled by hard hip-hop beats
But just
robbing Peter so we can pay Paul (oh no) 
Or going to Mama's house to make a phone call (no no) 
No we don't have to struggle at all 

'Cause now every
to God that shit just get so deep, deep, deep, deep

Been going hard all day, wish a nigga would fuck with me
Then I blow the candles out on my cake
hennessey, my clothes smell like weed
Atl & tennessee, I'm right up the street
In the club where the thugs be, it be hard to breathe
Sean paul said we gon'
robbing Peter so we can pay Paul (oh no) 
Or going to Mama's house to make a phone call (no no) 
No we don't have to struggle at all 

'Cause now every
we slag off today 
A million pounds will be given away 

Paul McCartney - come on down 
With crocodile tears to irrigate this ground 
Make
whip 

And shake them thangs and hit four, five six 

Below you ain't know get at me 

Sean Donn, Hemp dogg and moe 

It's a bomb type weed now
on my hip
So feel ya hopes and get dead Mr. Buster
'Cause we ain't got love for none of y'all muthafuckas
Chief the black Bar Hard, to do a Rabbi