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- Boy Alone
I don't like when you sober, you know that
I like the wet panties
The ones from River Jordan, or an ocean
The ones from the Atlantis
Wey fit to swallow the owner, like Jonah
The girls from the Caribbean Sea
Wey fit to take the boner 'til e go down
Hand it over to the owner
Make I bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you 'til you say "e don do" (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you 'til your mother call you (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Na you go talk wetin you come do (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you, ahh-ahh (oh-oh)
Father, help me
I hit that pussy, motor accident (uhn-nn)
Road wey lead to happy endin'
E no dey hard to kill person
And she knows it all
We got a secret, she no go talk
The things we do when we lock the door
That shit is poison, no antidote
I put my all in 'til I see evidence
For her face and her leg, e dey shake
Like say she get epilepsy
She said the taste is a sweet and dey bitter at the same time
Peppermint, crocodile teeth, Skillibeng
Yes, my thing strong, no fit bend e
By my face, I innocent
Until I bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you 'til you say e don do (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Bend you 'til your mother call you (oh-oh)
Bend you (oh-oh), bend you (oh-oh)
Na you go talk wetin you come do
Bend you (mm), bend you
(Bend you, ahh-ahh)
(Bend you)
(Bend you)
(Bend you)
(Bend you)
(Bend you, bend you, bend you)
(Bend you, bend you, bend you)
(Bend you, ahh-ahh)
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