
Getting Divorce Yellowman (Ft. Fathead)
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[Intro]
Then, Yellowman, why you divorce Susan, eh?
Boy, Fathead, I cyaan take it no longer
I just cyaan take it no longer, seen?
Boy, she a ruin mi life, boy
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' divorced in the evening
Buff-baff, Susan get a lot of beatin' (Why?)
Mi give her plenty money, to look out for mi yellow baby
So take me to di family court on time (But listen, man!)
[Verse 1]
Mi dress up in a jacket, mi dress up in a tie
As mi reach di court, di girl a tell lie
Di judge say, "I know you never love that guy"
Then tell me, Your Honor, why she married I an' I?
Put her in di kitchen to fry some chicken
Put her in di kitchen to boil some rice
When mi see weh she do mi bawl "Jesus Christ!"
She burn up di chicken an' go curry di rice
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' divorced in the evening
Buff-baff, Susan get a lot of beatin'
Mi give her plenty money, to look out for di yellow baby
So take me to di family court on time (But listen, man!)
Then, Yellowman, why you divorce Susan, eh?
Boy, Fathead, I cyaan take it no longer
I just cyaan take it no longer, seen?
Boy, she a ruin mi life, boy
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' divorced in the evening
Buff-baff, Susan get a lot of beatin' (Why?)
Mi give her plenty money, to look out for mi yellow baby
So take me to di family court on time (But listen, man!)
[Verse 1]
Mi dress up in a jacket, mi dress up in a tie
As mi reach di court, di girl a tell lie
Di judge say, "I know you never love that guy"
Then tell me, Your Honor, why she married I an' I?
Put her in di kitchen to fry some chicken
Put her in di kitchen to boil some rice
When mi see weh she do mi bawl "Jesus Christ!"
She burn up di chicken an' go curry di rice
[Chorus]
I'm gettin' divorced in the evening
Buff-baff, Susan get a lot of beatin'
Mi give her plenty money, to look out for di yellow baby
So take me to di family court on time (But listen, man!)
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