All the girls that's
here for the truth
Come put both hands
on the DJ booth then
Wine your waist
to the big man sound
And I get too stiff
'cause that ting's too
round, good God
Make me lift up your
gown, but your face
so sweet, wanna
spin you around
If I go link gang,
I'll bring you around
If I go to the bar,
I'll bring you a round
Which one? Which one?
You're not like the
tings you're around
You're a real good girl,
so I'm ringin' you down
But come to the bed,
I'll fling you around,
weh
These guys can't make
songs for the gyal dem
Trust me, this how
the single should sound
F*** anyone that's
bringing you down
Sweetheart, you're
doing your thing right
now, good God
Yeah, all the girls
that's here for the truth
Come put two hands
on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist
pon a real good yute
dem
You want Cench or
your ex, which one?
You want friends or
success, which one?
Tell the sound man,
"Spin this one"
Play this for the gyal
dem party, dun
God forbid a girl's
tryna have fun
I got X if you
wanna take d****
Do you wanna have
s** or do you
wanna make love?
Which one? Which one?
Which one? Which...
Got a fairy ting and
I got a witch one
A G'd up ting that
I bring sticks 'round
And I've got a good girl,
good girl, snitch one
Too many gyal, now
I gotta switch one
Turn the hotel
to a twenty-V-one
Three-sixty,
my head got spun
Junk in the trunk,
can see it from front
Girl, your body is tea,
it's pain, I'm sprung
Your backside weighin'
you down, one ton
I got a chopstick
for your wonton
Tell me what you want,
what you really,
really want
Put a coin in the slot,
ya just hit jackpot
Ayy, all the girls that's
here for the truth
Come put two hands
on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist
for the 6ix Side yute and
Put your head inna
the pillow, face first
Face first, face
first, face first
Ayy, face first,
face first
Put your head inna
the pillow, face first
I'm in the jam, know
the mandem, burst
You got makeup
on the white shirt
I wanna f*** out
your face and skrrt
You need to throw
that ting inna reverse
Then work, work,
work, work, work
Yeah, work, work,
work, work, work
Your last man broke
your heart and it hurts
You could cry out ya
eye and curse
You want diamond
watch, you want purse
You don't need
swimsuit, take off
your shirt
Bend your back,
gyal, don't say a word
Face of a angel,
I come like church
I can't wait, girl,
I'm not a waiter
But you're sexy,
you still get served
I'm at the Claridge's
in London, burst
Put your head inna
the pillow, face first
Yeah, all the girls that's
here for the truth
Come put two hands
on the DJ booth
Then wine your waist
for the 6ix Side yute
dem
Ayy, you want Cench
or your ex, which one?
You want friends or
success, which one?
Tell the sound man,
"Spin this one"
Play this for the gyal
dem party, dun