Lyrics:
You put your right arm in
your right arm out
In, out, in, out,
You shake it all about
You do the Hockey Cockey and you turn around
That's what
Anabella, Anabella-puncinella mi nuh fella
Gyal you too puncinella mi nuh fella
Shi a do it too puncinella mi nuh fella
Suck mi cockey pon the riddim
Yo tek cockey fucK nuff
Yo tek cockey fuck
Nothing nuh suh nice suh
Gyal when you go down and nuh get up
Go down and nuh get up
Nothing nuh suh nice
Underneath yo no renk like ram goat
Yuh punnany no tired, yuh no carry lazy hole
Cock up yo batty an brace di pole
Crash mi cockey an pay the toll
that a fi mi and fi yo business
But Gaza no inna batty business
Mi a come inna yo pussy don't lock di business
Gi gyal back shot a my cockey business
street vybz rum gyal yo dead now
Underneath yo so tight how yo work out
Seh wi match caw mi cockey well end out
Mi love fuck so mi liver get cloud white
wi naw trouble no bed
Gimmi the needle eye mi no carry no tread
Mi cockey long like a loaf a brown bread
Ride it till yo knock out gyal but don't
dah cockey yah
Nuh crawb up nuh deh pan yuh body nah
Yuh buy yuh things and yuh nuh sorry fah
Cause, you a Queen doh, yuh nuh commoner
And, picture
pussy big like GP Prison yaad
Guh weh dutty bitch nuh cockey neva 'itch
She salta dan Annie Palmer de white witch
Har mout' feel more balls dan cricket
Beat up di pussy frequently
Till it all convert inna frequency
Low-mid, yeah 320
Pan di cockey she a whine yeah fi three century
Naffi ask fi nuh
biscuit on biscuit
am biscuit
I don't even trap
it's a party
we hit the block hard
am cockey
toper on thoper
they searching
verse 1.
let the ops
deh ennuh
We need fi a put some money
Pon tha cokey deh ennuh
Tha cockey deh nuh normal ennuh Julene
Mi a tell yuh bout tha cockey deh ennuh
real
Cock up or shut up
Come force up the cockey up inna my stomach
Gyal yuh do it pon yuh knee
The backas turn up
Meck sure yuh no weak cause
A hot fuck
check spread me legs
Me a boom it like a ball an a quint pon di peg
Gi me cockey till me feel like say me wah dead
Mi bounce pon di cockey an a twerk
a text a mi ex that a climb up di steps
She seh next tackle press cockey slide up eh dress
Happiest man alive Weh dem fight fah mi get wid nuh sweat
Yeah, huh
Ya know how a man gets a little cockey sometimes
I guess I did it this time baby, huh?
You're on your own
Without your love
Somebody
LSG Lyrics
Where Would We Go
Yeah, huh
Ya know how a man gets a little cockey sometimes
I guess I did it this time baby, huh?
You're on your own
1
the voltage book
Mi white like sun suh mi call pon Crooks
If you drop paw yo head is not a insult
If mi fuck 33 gyal, 30 head buss
Brace pon the cockey it's so
Cockey long like a big jumbo jet
Pussy wet and mi no push it in yet
Buddy bend but mi still accurate
Cock it up like yo never fuck yet
Pussy mi seh,
they sold
Was left overs or cold
Rather compare me to Cole
Or Hov
Menzi you cockey
No I'm not corky
I just know my worth
I need ice on my wrist
I know that some of you dont really feel me
You see my attitude is bad n i am cockey
Im really sorry for you honey but frankly
I give a dam about
little liar
me no Farrah faucet
it no dead
gal sit dung pon my cockey
let me fuck you till you blead
ch-n my pussy on fire yah
I'm not stopping for you,
come buy cockey the dearest package
But she bring two friend so she get it cheaper
Have couple pree rolls weh me keep at hand
As mi meet yuh gyal mi send
I CAN CALL HIM POPPI
SHOWED THEM NOTHING'S EVER STOPPED ME
HUMBLE YET IM COCKEY
LIKE THEY AIN'T GOTTA KNOW ABOUT IT
THEY GON' KNOW ABOUT ME
CAUSE I
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