Lyrics:
2 Di Time
'Round to di hour
Butler, they ain't got girls like mine
Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like
You said you could make it disappear
Make my pathway clean and clear
You said I was just a touch away
But I'm not even close
No, nowhere near
true
She says baby everything is alright, uptight, out of sight
Baby, everything is alright, uptight, clean out of sight
I'm a pearl of a girl, I
the Tender Crisp Bacon Cheddar Ranch
The breasts they grow on trees
and streams of bacon ranch dressing
flow right up to your knees
There's tumbleweeds
Here on the nighting floor
The neon lights make me numb
And laid in a stars light
It begins to explode
And all the people in a dream
Wait for
Here on the nighting floor
The neon lights make me numb
And laid in a stars light
It begins to explode
And all the people in a dream
Wait for
the best that they know how
And there's still time for us to make a change
We got to learn from the mistakes that were made in the past
We got to clean
somethin' much like me
Is somethin' much like me
Except with soft lips
An' tender breasts an' hips
An' pretty eyes to see
An' pretty eyes to see
coming today
So I am endlessly waiting
And the comet is coming between
Me and the girl who could make it all clean
Out there in the shadow
Itch yuh batty up
Sit it down pon mi buddy yes
Stroke inna yuh hole while mi hand a grippy up yuh breast
Anytin mi seh she ah go follow it up with
night club you go,go hell faya
(Pack your faya wood enter hell faya)
You dey wear Gstring you go,go hell faya
(Continue)
Clean that make up, abi you won
breast
Chorus:
Wash me clean
So my body is pure
Make (paint) my lips red
Just like you like me
They’ll find me
Hidden in your secret place
I’m just like
sing for you
Suppose you make believe your eyes
Were cloudy window pane
I'm sure you'd clean them up to
Look for rainbow when it rains
You can't see
This aint a Blockbuster but we make murder scenes
Slatt baby got drugs for all the fiens
Nigga I ball Mr Clean
Only purp in my cup dont pass me green
My
A friend in need's a friend indeed
A friend with weed is better
A friend with breasts and all the rest
A friend who's dressed in leather
em'
You don't know what ya talkin' bout
You would think I was Sug when I come out
My album hit hard when I roll out
Y'all records make a bitch
Alright, wanna be a teacher in the team
Get to come in naked ?cause it's clean
I wanna be your make-up with the seam
Just take a shaker, make it mean
But mi know dem scared a mi kick it slow
All the river grudge mi wicked flow
Di paper clean
Yuh wah fi see how mi pen a tippy toe
Lyrical mi a di man,
me quick, get befuddled and sea sick
My ugly mug'll be equipped to make it a struggle to see shit
The beat kicks, my belly feels empty I want a person
fiddle (wine gal)
Jerk up ya breast an make it jiggle (wine gal)
Buss a wine an make ya ass wiggle (wine gal)
Take di middle an (wine gal)
From ya know ya
My dad is bald just like Mr. Clean He is the second lookalike of Mr. Clean
But he has no hair just like Mr. Clean He makes him the second Mr. Clean
clean the house
I put all your books in an order
I make up a colorful border
I clean my mouth
'Cause froth comes out
Send it up on fire
Death
Hardcore wine ah de goal gyal yuh must commit
Gyal you own a whining permit
Cause bad gyal nuh inna no rules and laws
Nah make it clean gyal give it to me
a clean record
Gave him the lane to go from street coke
To the good life of the champagne it's
Also a play on how he
Makes money off records, his albums
Are
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