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Maestro Lyrics - Artist : Beenie Man
"Heights of great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight But they, while their companions slept Were toiling upward through the night" Well, this is the maestro Hahaha I have the doctorate for all things It's just another one, please Me no want no idle jubbie Fi come hackle my body, I say The gyal dem all a run me dung Gyal, dem all a hunt me dung Gyal, dem all a draw me dung True dem waan suck out me tongue Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out Jump, spread out and whine A me say Gyal you a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight prize You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight But me say Gyal, from a him pal Man love you bad, man dem out a road Dem see your body all a mad Gyal you know you're cute, yes that a the truth Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit Gyal your body bright, dim all me light But me nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right Wifey haffi vex, cah me gyal a pest As maga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request, request So! From you a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight Well excuse me boy, after the gyal dem me cry Whine, Suzy, whine Weh dem a call vulgarity a exercise Whine, Angie, whine A me Jamaican gyal dem you waan criticise? Whine, baby, whine The more remarks them pass, the more you bun them eyes When you whine, Patsy, whine From you a African princess, don't be shy Whine, baby, whine, so weh me say Face an' the shape an' the body weh you have Bare as you dare X rated an' mad All a gyal a push up, tell a gyal say she hot Three is a crowd an' you nah carry no bag Wifey better try get rid a the luggage Mate out a road, tek you husband fi carriage She all a use allum fi try encourage One night with him and your life inna worries Wait! So! Udle jubbie Fi come hackle my body, I saaay We, the gyal dem all a run me dung Gyal, dem all a hunt me dung Gyal, dem all a draw me dung True dem waan suck out me tongue Jump, spread out, gyal, jump, spread out Jump, spread out and whine But me say Gyal you a the wife, man a treat you prize Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight But me say Gyal, from a him pal Man love you bad, man dem out a road Dem see your body all a mad Gyal you know you're cute, yes that a the truth Man dem out a road, dem waan fi pick you like a fruit Gyal your body bright, dim all me light But me nah go lef' you 'cause you have the slam right Wifey haffi vex, cah me gyal a pest As maga as me be, a me the gyal dem a request, request But From you a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight dry You a the wife, man a treat you right Hand up inna the air you and mate no fight... |
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