Lyrics Proper Paper - Alicaì Harley

Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi mi yesterday, a still fi mi today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked

Bwoy me wuh do anything fi you
Wrap an' pop off anything fi you
Bad gyal from yard but me ah sing fi yuh (ahh)

Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi me yesterday, a still fi me today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked

The lifestyle of a boss and his main
He say, she say and everybody wanna taste
They drag my name through the dirt for the fame
D-mn, we flex good so of course they gon' hate

Tell them we no need fi explain ah
The ting never dead, no need no undertaker
Tell them we no need fi explain ah
'Cause you're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper

Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi mi yesterday, a still fi mi today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked

Bwoy me wuh do anything fi you
Wrap an' pop off anything fi you
Your ex-gyal a look ah fight, me ah guh chill fi you (ahh)

Nah let go
A bag of gyal waan me lock you off
Dem coulda never play me part
Nah let go
You know me love you with me whole heart
Trials, troubles and all

Bwoy me wuh do anything fi you
Wrap an' pop off anything fi you
Bad gyal from yard but me ah sing fi you (ahh)

Tell them we no need fi explain ah
The ting never dead, no need no undertaker
Tell them we no need fi explain ah
'Cause you're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper

Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi mi yesterday, a still fi me today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked

(Put down the phone, cah your love is wicked
Can't sleep alone, cah your love is wicked
Gave you the gold, yeah you know i did it
You nuh haffi stress cah you know say)
Put down the phone, cah your love is wicked
Can't sleep alone, cah your love is wicked
Gave you the gold, yeah you know i did it
You nuh haffi stress cah you know say
Bwoy me wuh do anything fi you
Wrap an' pop off anything fi you
Bad gyal from yard but me ah sing fi you (ahh)

Tell them we no need fi explain ah
The ting never dead, no need no undertaker
Tell them we no need fi explain ah
'Cause you're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper
To the ting 'pon proper paper
You're married to the ting 'pon proper paper

Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi me yesterday, a still fi me today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked
Anything dah gyal yah want, you know him give it to me
A did fi me yesterday, a still fi me today
When me whine dung slow, him tell me k!ll it, k!ll it
Bwoy mi nah lie, your love is wicked, wicked
(Wicked, wicked, wicked)