Simon Says lyrics

[Intro]
(So wat, no more culture artists nah buss like Sizzla dem an' Garnett Silk?
Every man wa pop molly an' buss gun an' gyal suck dem hood
So wat, we nah get no more culture artists?
Wi wa sum more culture music roun' here yuh hear?
Ah wa happen to unuh sadamite)
How yuh ah gwaan like yuh nuh know how di six dem go to work already

[Chorus]
She do anyting mi seh, ah no Simon
Fi mi neck full ah bag ah diamond
Mi ah dawg an' mi love f*ck sadamite gyal
Mi have di Glock ah my hand
Mi no fool to no gyal
Ah my mom ah my don
Head wi tear out ah no nylon
She seh mi buddy bigga dan ah island
Murdera mek pus*y wet pon ah dry land

[Verse 1]
Hey gyal, to how yuh love badman
Anytime yuh see mi yuh pum pum jump
An' mi sick fi real an' mi ah madman
Bellevue patient good good dunce
An' mi chop fi real, mi push funds
Have mi Glock fi real, mi push guns
Gyal go pon yuh knees
Suck mi c*ck nuh please
Cau' yuh bad fi real
Yo mi sick inna mi head, hmm
Gwaan kotch pon di bed
Bounce pon di buddy hard
Nah stop slam yuh head
Gyal, tan ah yuh yard pon yuh red
Tell yuh suck pus*y man seh fi gwaan ah him bed, hmm
Pop off ah picture inna mi head
Dawg mi wi pop off ah click, dawg yuh wi dead
Bad b*tch love gunman, informa fi dead
[Chorus]
She do anyting mi seh, ah no Simon
Fi mi neck full ah bag ah diamond
Mi ah dawg an' mi love f*ck sadamite gyal (Brr! Brr!)
Mi have di Glock ah my hand
Mi no fool to no gyal
Ah my mom ah my don
Head wi tear out, ah no nylon
She seh mi buddy bigga dan ah island
Murdera mek pus*y wet pon ah dry land

[Verse 2]
Mi walk wid mi Glock chip proud
An' mi bad b*tch know seh mi badness loud
Sixteen wid di optic scope
Pick yuh up from North, mek yuh bat flick South
Mi go East an' West wid di pan clip out
Pretty b*tch love di badness oh
Have ah tight pum pum, but ah elastic throat
X6 pick yuh up, ah neva loctec (Oh, hmm)

[Chorus]
She do anyting mi seh, ah no Simon
Fi mi neck full ah bag ah diamond
Mi ah dawg an' mi love f*ck sadamite gyal
Mi have di Glock ah my hand
Mi no fool to no gyal
Ah my mom ah my don
Head wi tear out, ah no nylon
She seh mi buddy bigga dan ah island
Murdera mek pus*y wet pon ah dry land
[Verse 3]
Big food, ah no patty
Seventeen an' half ah mil' inna di locki
Eleven pon di waist, see di number deh track it
Den dance inna gyal pum pum Mr. Wacky
Brick inna mi jean so mi stop carry wallet
Have ah big batty gyal ah bounce like hydraulic
Di big dutty M16 ah mi gadget
Her draws disappear she seh Malie try magic
Antuwang fulla brick like seh him win di lottery
She seh mi wild dawg, mi ah muss Apache
One man in her pus*y cau' she anuh no battery doll
Tek di c*cky gyal, suck di c*cky sloppy gyal
Wild an' risky, she know mi ah animal
December mi born, know mi ah sagittarius
Have di taurus, pus*y haffi flock wen di matic ya buss, brrp!

[Chorus]
She do anyting mi seh, ah no Simon
Fi mi neck full ah bag ah diamond
Mi ah dawg an' mi love f*ck sadamite gyal
Mi have di Glock ah my hand
Mi no fool to no gyal
Ah my mom ah my don
Head wi tear out, ah no nylon
She seh mi buddy bigga dan ah island
Murdera mek pus*y wet pon ah dry land