The Crew M.I. (Ft. Yung l and Ua.x)
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Yung L
Uh uh
Ah ah boy
Mr Marley on deck you know
M.I
(Verse 1)
Turn on the light and dark off the room
(Baby let's dark off the room)
And tell Mr DJ to jack up the tune
(Jack up the tune)
And tell Mr barman to stack up the brew
(Stack up the brew)
Cos me I suppose stop at the back of me boo
Jealous bitches try scatter the crew
(Dem try scatter the crew)
But baby we pay them, no mind, baby that's how we rule
Make I make moves, nobody factor into
Its only you and me and the crew
Yung L
(Chorus)
Whose that peeping at me window
You know Mr.Marley got the info
Some of them pray, some of them chat
But we know we badder than Rambo
Who goes there o, don't dare o
M.I, Marley got the juice here
Someboy shabba, can't go there
Keep it realer than a cold beer
Young and getting my paper
Some of them hate but we climbing the ladder
When we touch road, we causing wahala
Girl dem bubble, dem give me the bumper
Here is getting crazy like a carnival
Let's gets down to the practical
No off base, no sabbatical
Me I no go do you like arsenal
Uh uh
Ah ah boy
Mr Marley on deck you know
M.I
(Verse 1)
Turn on the light and dark off the room
(Baby let's dark off the room)
And tell Mr DJ to jack up the tune
(Jack up the tune)
And tell Mr barman to stack up the brew
(Stack up the brew)
Cos me I suppose stop at the back of me boo
Jealous bitches try scatter the crew
(Dem try scatter the crew)
But baby we pay them, no mind, baby that's how we rule
Make I make moves, nobody factor into
Its only you and me and the crew
Yung L
(Chorus)
Whose that peeping at me window
You know Mr.Marley got the info
Some of them pray, some of them chat
But we know we badder than Rambo
Who goes there o, don't dare o
M.I, Marley got the juice here
Someboy shabba, can't go there
Keep it realer than a cold beer
Young and getting my paper
Some of them hate but we climbing the ladder
When we touch road, we causing wahala
Girl dem bubble, dem give me the bumper
Here is getting crazy like a carnival
Let's gets down to the practical
No off base, no sabbatical
Me I no go do you like arsenal
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