Mavado - Do It Again lyrics
[Mavado - Do It Again lyrics]
Man a ride woman a drive
A suh mi know this yah summer nice
Weed pon the board liquor pon the ice
A suh mi know this yah summer nice
Oh God let’s do it again mi smoke, drunk
Disappear, do it again
Mi get high like the satellite dish
Mi and all a mi friends do it again
Over yah suh, over deh suh up, do it again
Da party yah ram thousands of car light
The gyal dem pretty like star light
Pretty browning, that a my type
Ride her out pon the 3 wheel bike
To a place weh bushy, bushy
A no fi nuh man weh no get pu–y
A no fi nuh gyal weh a act stushy
When a summer time anyweh yo put hi
The bass and the treble in a mi head a cockle
Yeh mi clean and a out a
Suh the thing a happen
High grade deh yah wid all kind a bottle
Now mi high like every
Building in a Manhattan
Gyal dem a brace and a wine pon the baton
Meck mi feel her silka a buck paw mi cotton
Dem know wi no bruk
None a the liquor dem no trust
No, dem gyal yah love wi like f–k
Fi man buss a rosey, buss a brown bottle
Woman coconut, ciroc and pineapple
If a the middle a the street it a happen
Watch the Snow man a left
The place flatten like waffle
Mister Wackey haffi dance in a him coffin
Squaddy spec seh fi left the
Sound meck the car truckle
Tick body gyal meck yo ass rattle
Knock it up like none chattle
Maga body gyal cyaa be forgotten
Gyal yo slim but yo pum, pum, fatten
Young and old pon the mall dem a shopping
Fi da summer yah a this mi si a happen
A suh mi know this yah summer nice
Weed pon the board liquor pon the ice
A suh mi know this yah summer nice
Oh God let’s do it again mi smoke, drunk
Disappear, do it again
Mi get high like the satellite dish
Mi and all a mi friends do it again
Over yah suh, over deh suh up, do it again
Da party yah ram thousands of car light
The gyal dem pretty like star light
Pretty browning, that a my type
Ride her out pon the 3 wheel bike
To a place weh bushy, bushy
A no fi nuh man weh no get pu–y
A no fi nuh gyal weh a act stushy
When a summer time anyweh yo put hi
The bass and the treble in a mi head a cockle
Yeh mi clean and a out a
Suh the thing a happen
High grade deh yah wid all kind a bottle
Now mi high like every
Building in a Manhattan
Gyal dem a brace and a wine pon the baton
Meck mi feel her silka a buck paw mi cotton
Dem know wi no bruk
None a the liquor dem no trust
No, dem gyal yah love wi like f–k
Fi man buss a rosey, buss a brown bottle
Woman coconut, ciroc and pineapple
If a the middle a the street it a happen
Watch the Snow man a left
The place flatten like waffle
Mister Wackey haffi dance in a him coffin
Squaddy spec seh fi left the
Sound meck the car truckle
Tick body gyal meck yo ass rattle
Knock it up like none chattle
Maga body gyal cyaa be forgotten
Gyal yo slim but yo pum, pum, fatten
Young and old pon the mall dem a shopping
Fi da summer yah a this mi si a happen