Letra de Reggae & Calypso - Russ Millions

(Feat. Buni, YV)

(Ayy, J1, that’s flames, my bro)

How you shell the high notes?

(YJay made this)

Ahaha, ahahaha

(Chee on the beat)

Yo, yuh fi shell 'em switch on a wha'? Some street pon

(JSH)

Yo, yo

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)

She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)

HK, I'm claimin' that title

They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through

Do my dance like Shiggy, go viral

Like the new-age Jackson, Michael (Hee-hee)

Ganja spliff, likkle chip, not istle (Haha)

Sex your girl, took her back, it's a cycle

We don't slide, we glide and ride

Slime time, everyone hold bine

It's the other side where we let that shine

Where I'm from, make your girlfriend mine

Why they just chat when they ain't on piss?

I can buy breasts for my favourite bitch

All of these freaks do amazing things

Miraculous lip from an Asian ting

Un-Unforgettable dick have a girl fallin'

'Course I made her cum, push my hood all in (Feet)

Now, she's on all four, but she ain't crawlin'

Give her D all night 'til the next mornin' (Tek boy, tek)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)

She want gunman in her tight hole

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)

HK, I'm claimin' that title

They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through

She only want Killy Milly, she don't want them man

Give a man the business, pepper that type of man (Shatta)

Tryna get them man, bop-bop, bam-bam

Sun's out, guns out, Glo Gang, bang-bang (Bullet, bullet, shatta)

Pree my shooter, come like the Taliban

Donny thinks he's mad, but I'm a madder man (Mad)

Her ex is a wasteman, now, she got a badder man

Stay with my killy-killy, can't trust a bagger man (Feet)

We don't party poop, we party shot

We-we get the party locked

Dot-dot or a big six shots, turn madman when I get pissed off

They see madman and the car skid off

The mash in my hand make your car lift off

.44 bulldog and it's barkin' off

Spot my target then I'm clartin' off

Michael Jackson, bad (Hee-hee)

One Of A Kind, one unruly camp

Why-why-why they just talk on the net? It look sad

Brazilian hair for a baddie, I'll smash

I consider it clear that them niggas just brass

She wanna dance to Calypso

It's the way that I watch, you won't let go

It was me that made your gyal tip-toe, Y (Feet)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Foot)

She want gunman in her tight hole

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

See the killers make racks, it's vital (Feet)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso

B-B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Feet)

HK, I'm claimin' that title

They hear W.O.T say, "Crud" and slide through

Bare boom bang for a rival

She-She-She want gunman in her tight hole (Feet)

Da-Dance like Shiggy, go viral

Like the new age Jackson Michael (Hee-hee)

HK, I'm claimin' that title

See the killers make racks, it's vital

They hear W.O.T say, "Crud"

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