Red Cafe, Young M.A, Kojo Funds - Tunn Up lyrics

She don't want no pretty boy
Dem lie too much shakedown

Woah, bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up
Man a bad man, a gun man
 they a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah
Bad man, they a fi,  yeah,  yeah,  yeah
Pretty boy, ya lie too much
Bad gyal a come too much
Man a yeah, yeah, yeah bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up, yeah, yeah yeah

Single for the night
You know imma live my best life
Feeling like God when I'm in that all white
Keep the vibes good, don't want
Blood on my knife, yeah, yeah
Four Seasons or the Ritz
Cover up the camera, lemme kill it on a lift
Might get sticky so I've gotta keep a stick
Gyal thick thick, how the man like it

And she no want no relationship
She just want her bumper hit
Versace sheets so the sex stay rich
Chanel sheets so the sex stay rich
Pure badness

Woah, bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up
Man a bad man, a gun man
They a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Bad man, they a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Pretty boy, ya lie too much
Bad gyal a come too much
Man a yeah, yeah, yeah
Bad gyal turn up (Wagwarn)
Oh, me bad gyal turn up, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Ugh, ugh)

Bad gyal turn up (Wagwarn)
Spliff me a burn up
When I pull her skirt up (O oh)
Toes dem a curl up (O oh) , mi freaky
Make them gyal wet like Fiji (O oh)
Got to count it up before I make love
If it ain't rich love then it ain't love
Buss down wrist, it ain't playing low
Mi wan her cah she thick
She just only want me cah mi rich

And she no want no relationship
She just want her bumper hit
Versace sheets so the sex stay rich
Chanel sheets so the sex stay rich
Pure badness

Woah, bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up
Man a bad man, a gun man
They a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Bad man, they a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Pretty boy, ya lie too much
Bad gyal a come too much
Man a yeah, yeah, yeah bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up, yeah, yeah yeah

Girls show me what they want (Uh)
Henny in the cup, what they want (Uh)
They say daddy really want you
My lady come hot like the sun (yeah)
Drop top and I roll through the block
You know gyally holla me non stop, you know
Jump out the whip, make her work you know
Wine out your body till your bruk you know
She do what Simon says (Oh)
Girl you're no lie
Bad gyal hop out the Benz (Well)
Girl you're so fine
Anything you go do for me (Me no li-li-lie)
And uh, we go turn up on a Wednesday
(Uh, huh) play on a Thursday (Uh, huh)
Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah

And she no want no relationship
She just want her bumper hit
Versace sheets so the sex stay rich
Chanel sheets so the sex stay rich
Pure badness

Woah, bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up
Man a bad man, a gun man
They a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Oh)
Bad man, they a fi, yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh)
Pretty boy, ya lie too much
Bad gyal a come too much
Man a yeah, yeah, yeah bad gyal turn up
Oh, me bad gyal turn up, yeah, yeah yeah

Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah
Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah
Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah
Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah
Then we fuck for your birthday, yeah, yeah