Girlfriend Busta Rhymes (Ft. Tory Lanez & Vybz Kartel)

[Intro: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ayo, this shit sound like
This shit sound like the welcome music when you just landed in Kingston, Jamaica on a private nigga!
Yeah, yeah, yeah

[Chorus: Busta Rhymes]
Now let it go girlfriend
Bend and touch your toes girlfriend
Now all my chicks everywhere, hands in the air (show 'em!) and let em' know girlfriend

[Verse 1: Busta Rhymes]
Yeah
Mami on the dance floor, she shake for me
Okra, steam fish prepare for me
Introduce her to my mother down a country (Fuck no!)
Make sure you never test me
Two branch chop off, roll up the sensi
Front up, burn one until it empty
Selector dem a play tune and me a MC
Oh no! Oh no! A oh no! Mi say, oh no!
All of the gyal dem me a dance, a it fi go so
Yeah yeah
Mami inna me section she a undress for me
In case you don't know, everything bless for me, Yeah!
Boof Baaf! Beat a little boy, carefully. Koof Kaaf!
The ghetto a cheer for me
Shoot that!
Gyal, pull down your brazier for me
A you that?