Lyrics:
((Him a)) no worker man
Man is not a man
If he cyaan go 10 furlong
Man is not a man if
((Him a)) no worker man
Me want a man me can
Tongue pon
Skin it out
Buddy to pussy a the realest version
Ride mi cockey fi 12 furlong
Ride like Georgina, Georgina, surgeon
Play wid mi balls wid your hand
Apache come last
Mi fly outta di shoot and dem
No see a when mi pass
And mi come inna two and
Then mi arse get fast
A furlong and a half and dem
No see
irreplaceable
Irreplaceable, irreplaceable
Like cock pon di balls
So mi ticky and mi tocky pon di cocky
Twelve furlong mi ah ride fi di jockey
Bend dung low,
position
She seh lord, woii, di first furlong
She run out wid a brassiere in har hand
Pussy shock out, but anuh electric john
She a play wid mi balls
Like
belly mi a ride wid di whip
Like Dane Nelson, siddung inna saddle
Twelve furlong mi a go get di victory
Siddung pon di cocky come nuh
Gyal how yuh punany
a come in a bundle and group
Come a pop off mi belt, and tear off mi loop
And cry fi the dignitary dem and di doops
If a 12 furlong, you know seh a soup
So long
Furlong
For long
So long
So long
Furlong
For long
So long
Ooh, I want you
(I'm in love, I'm in love, I'm in love)
You
(I'm in love, I'm in
Want Fi have me Fi them Ice cream
‘Cold Stone’
9 Inch Deh yah ting tuff but a So$A
Ano Rying
9 Furlong Weh me travel gal siddung
Fi the jockey mek
call it shotty
16 rounds
dat ah furlongs
Ride it fast bike Ducati
Go for long miles
She favor Maserati
Maybach mi call dat
Big Batty
Velica
the while she a tell me she need to bring the pain
So me tell her fi ride it, ride it gal just collide it, gallop and stride it
Furlong, take two lap
Fly
Furlong: That's stupid though, I mean
Why trash your own neighborhood?
Elliott Gould: That's my point
It's an irrational act
It's like an expression of rage
em ride let em roll down the track
Let em win place and show
Let em one dollar exact
Six furlongs four phillys
Three mares three years and up
Who
em ride
Let em roll down the track
Let em win, place and show
Let em one dollar exact
Six furlongs
Four phillys
Three mares
Three years
furlong for no one
I'm not your darling darling
I want to see you fall
To count this and they pledge here they go
I'm not your darling darling
Look inna the fridge and see a soda
Weh-weh you mean, seh me wicked
Fuck it, come yah fuck now belly no fi empty
But it no fi too full neither
12 furlong
him, love him, give him something strong
And give him loving better mek him galang
Love him, love him to the last furlong
Can't do him dat, him tek
cock gone
Mi ride har ten furlong longer dan di race track gone
Mi never haffi tell har fi
Get wild pon di buddy head
Feel it inna u belly
U horny
of curves, what a body neat
Say, you see da fuck sumn deh
Me haffi dweet!
And when you drop inna mi bed
What a happy sheet
If a 12 furlong, a so the jockey
something strong
And give him loving better mek him galang
Love him, love him to the last furlong
Can't do him dat, him tek a next woman
I say love him, love
And when she'd won the annan water
She couldn't have ridden a furlong more
Had a thousand whips been laid upon her
And woe betide you annan water
dan furlong mi nuh roll left di ruger di damn german 40 a sticth him up like surgon
up
Good vagina slap it up
Nuh bwoy cya tek yuh fi fool
An nuh gal cya bad you up
Gal wine doh stop
Two a we a fuck but me guh pon top
12 furlong like
I can't say what
I think is wrong
Sometimes
You never know what's wrong
So I'll just sit here
Furlong
This one goes on and on
So I'll just read it
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