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Oh na na na na na
Oh na na na na na
Hmmm
Pack up her bags and meet me down pon di runway
Fire, fire, fire, fire
Hear mi now
Come nuh gyal, tell mi weh you a cry 'bout
Nuttin' fi shame and nuh nothing fi you lie 'bout
Say him a drive you crazy, come check my road
It coulda likkle better, come make we find out
Come yah know sometimes it get rough
And yuh man just a treat you too tough
And him cyaa gi you the loving weh you need
So anytime you wan', come, come check me
'Cause me have the style weh you like
Me will make your body feel right
Me gi you good loving all night
She say, I'm just her type
And him mek her waan run 'way (Run 'way)
Pack up her bags and meet me down pon di runway (Di runway)
A man nah do it right, and that's what she said
How you cyaa even fi do him?
Nuh feel bad, my gyal, just bone him
I will make him run away
And make she swing my way
Mmm mmm mmm mmm na na na na na
Mmm mmm mmm mmm na na na na na
So don't treat you so bad when you loving so good
And if I had the chance, girl, you know I would
Do anything fi try treat you like a queen
Me know you ting set and me nuh wan' intervene
Me have the style weh you like
Me love how you ride it like bike
Me gi you good loving all night
She say, I'm just her type
And him mek her waan run 'way (Run 'way)
Pack up her bags and meet me down pon di runway (Di runway)
A man nah do it right, and that's what she said
How you cyaa even fi do him?
Nuh feel bad, my gyal, just bone him
I will make him run away
And make she swing my way
I got the loving that you need
So come through, baby, best believe
Mmm, your girl can't even compete
I see the way you looking when you walk past me
Hush babes, I know you can't take it
I know you want something real, no faking
But don't worry, just come get me
'Cause one plus one equals you and me
More time, me just stay inna mi lane
'Cause God know da boy deh too lame
Nuh gi you pleasure all in 'cause you go stain
'Cause everyday you bored and you nah take no plane
Me will make you fly weh you waan fly
Me will make you buy weh you waan buy
Me will gi you everything you want
Run da boy deh, a me weh you waan
Say me the love of his life
Say him waan make me wife
Cyaa concentrate fi dear life
'Cause only him have the ting weh me like
And him mek her waan run 'way (Run 'way)
Pack up my bags and meet him down pon di runway (Di runway)
A man nah do it right, and that's what she said
How you cyaa even fi do him?
Nuh feel bad, my gyal, just bone him
Swing my way
La-la-la love, my gyal, you fi run come
You waan la-la-la love, my gyal, you fi run come
Ma-ma-ma run come



Autor(en): David Cornell Jr Randolph Copyright: Daahoud Music Co.



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