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Correct Jamaican Food Lyrics
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[Interlude] Tell her somethin' man, tell her somethin’ Hey, mama, hey, haven't I seen you somewhere before? Hey, I saw you last night, yeah You had a beautiful dress on I didn't see you I know, it was in a dream [Intro] We sorry [Verse 1] This is how it look when doves cry? She hurting looking in her love eyes Tryna muster up why he threw it all away to bust a nut, I Wish I had a different answer than lust, but yup, guys Weakness is them feminine creatures wit symmetrical features That hourglass, a hour wit that ass it’ll keep us Occupied, satisfied, gratified, thank you These hands that count money spank you then shackle ya ankles Intercourse in a telly we never been before A light knock, that's room service, let me go get the door Finish our dinner course then throw you in the figure-four One mo' time, choke you like a little whore to get you off I like the smell of perfume, I like a skin tone I like the wobbly booties I like the gym tone Yoga pants over Yeezys, jeans over the pumps Flats under that skirt at an after work drunk [Chorus] I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true? If it is, well may I ask who are you? 'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food" Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food [Verse 2] Shorty, tell me some lies, I’ll tell you a few of mine Call me emo when I tell u that my sign symbol’s 69 We'll sip wine and have a good old time Front of my mind, I’m like, "She flip her hair twice, that pussy mine" I don't know what I give off, but they often give me what they get off I still be stroking they be like, "Get off" I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot Shit, I'm lying, player, I’m a fucking thot And if that thang looking sweet I'll give my tongue a shot On that lil' Square lollipop, I'm a sucker for box, uhh Y'all look at women and fantasize about being wit 'em I look at women like, "Nah, don't fuck up her life" My regular day to her a wonderful night So they be tryin' hold on, I don't put up a fight Once I'm done nuttin' it's like we've done nothing, I'm like Let keep in touch you got my number, right? [Chorus] I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true? If it is, well may I ask who are you? 'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food" Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food [] Yo, hold up Hello? Hello? Who this? Who? Oh, shit, oh, yeah, what up? How you been? You good? Huh? I ain't no stranger, knock it off I been busy Just tryin' to finish up this album Shit, you you doin'? You good? Hahahaha Yeah, we good, we can try to get together or somethin' Lemme lock your name in here, I'm in the booth right now I'll hit you back and that's my word, you got my word Alright, alright, late
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