Lyrics:
Bless the girls dem I have got the nation
Naturally calm in my meditation
Authentic medication mi inspiration
Badabang, bang, bang sean da Paul
Oh,
a Weh We Be-Beatin
Gal Dem Say Me Know How Fi Tre Treat It
Gal a Get Ho Hot Up Pon E-Eaten
Doin This Under Weed Wid we Clique
Gal Dem Say They Love Sp
way, bodyguard by my biscuit
Make money, lose money never afraid to risk it
I don't get writers block, I block other writers
Spittin' fire like if I
good brain, lockjaw
Might hit that AK, southpaw
It's gon' check his temp' like Sean Paul
These niggas be cops like Paul Blart
Good gas, got deals like
So come inside this place and see its fading reputation
Ha! Greetings and salutations
Jean Pauls just being Paul, and Paul's a polished politician
So
Senorita
De way you watch
Yuh dey pon mi meter
Bonicita 'senorita
Sean da paul yuh knw say we ah da leada'
Yo yo cah
[Chorus]
Now that I got
to your men in the morgue
I'll be down South bendin' a whore, ten in the morn'
Dirty on 85 like Jay, Barnes, Sean Paul
Beef with New York rappers, I'm
Well, in come di ting dem call a broken heart
Dis blessed love will neva part, you done know it from da start
Me tell dem seh a dutty eh
Ah Sean
Well, in come di ting dem call a broken heart
Dis blessed love will neva part, you done know it from da start
Me tell dem seh a dutty eh
Ah Sean
Well, in come a ting dem call a broken heart
Dis blessed love will neva part, it don't know it from da start
Me tell dem say a duty, eh
A Sean
mi ah psychic
Contagious lyrics like mi mind sick
An' e riddim have a bass wid a nice kick
Lines dem ah stick when mi mek analogy
Lines yah dem sick
Bag packed wid
Lettuce n spinach n cabbage
No I do not care
I got me a tool
And I'm ready to blast it
Fuck outta my hair
I'll cutcho ass off
And regrow
And get the fuck back on this murder case
For chill this shit is cool to rap about but see to me it ain't no fun when it's real
Them cops can't roll
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
it right
Don't make a ass outta yourself, by assumin
My music keeps you movin, what are you provin?
You know that I'm two levels above you baby
Hug
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
with the gats or it's all mics
We can rumble with the bats or the long pipes
Vinnie Paz, it's a wrap, with Sean Price
[Vinnie Paz]
I'm more
to Labroke Grove
Manchester do it sick like whoa
and we deh ya wid mi gin inna hand
we gun inna hand
full clip we ready fi done inna man
fi dun inna man
dem
Pace them
In come di ting dem call di remix by the one called sean de paul
Tory lanez, and you haffi drive the gyal dem insane
Baby girl you
And go and fuck on the bitch, and she just a suckin' and swallowin
Got the green in the weed, I gotta get what I need
You know it's Sean on this bitch,
head bleeder
A Paul Pierce shooter could be a Paul Bearer, life ain't at all fair
You could get smashed in your yard by a dodge in your lawn chair
None
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
a bunch of hits
Chinese food makes me sick
And I think it's fly when girls stop by
For the summer, for the summer
I like girls that wear Abercrombie
catch da Holy Ghost
I am so sick wid my flow it's becoming gross
I been through da worse but I still overcome da most
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