The Goods

[Verse 1:]
The gyal seh you cyaa jerk her
Suh a mi a work her
Run in a yo bed room in a world war
When you reach home, shi seh her head a hurt her
Everyday suh you gone in a your bar
Weh you tek this fah? Mi seh you nuh fi dweet star
Tell me pastor you never read star
Shi a write and seh you should a never beat her
You nuh spend time and a suh mi meet her

When you fi a sweat in her sada
Yo itch up wid a bag a man pon corner
A chat bout Pellae a yo baller
And no Messi cyaa follow Maradona
You fi know seh shi love how mi saga
Yeah mi face bleach but mi cockey play darker
Man a star mi nuh loose sky walker
Shi seh yo pendi**le, suh shi prefer my marker

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Teacher the bwoy cyaa love mi good
Suh mi haffi send fi yo long sweet wood
Teacher the bwoy cyaa fuck mi good
Suh mi haffi send fi yo long sweat wood
God know World Boss a you got the goods
Yo wine up in a mi tight hole a shrub

God know World Boss a you got the goods
Yo wine up in a mi tight hole and shrub

[Verse 2:]
The gyal seh true yo wood head
Yo just a bad her up star
Act like a man don't bother beat her
Like animal, yow a suh yo treat her
Member yo mother don't bother beat her
Mi a beg baby from mi a go a sea bar
Never deh a road seh mi a go pree war
Bay gyal mi a stab but it's not a 3 star
Seh shi a go put yo business pon ER

When you fi a sweat in her sada
Yo itch up wid a bag a man pon corner
A chat bout Pellae a yo baller
And no Messi cyaa follow Maradona
You fi know seh shi love how mi saga
Yeah mi face bleach but mi cockey play darker
Man a star mi nuh loose sky walker
Shi seh yo pendi**le, suh shi prefer my marker

[Chorus]

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