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Dancehall God

Slim Kofi
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Ayo, Lengi Where I'm from, my people dem dey rush Twenty bottle champagne in the popo Don't you bring your girlfriend to the club She go dey fall for the dancehall god, god, god, god, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods, gods, gods, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods Too many gyal dem calling my phone They on holiday where the party dey Give me the Hennessy, put it on the rocks Yes of course, dancehall god Dem say who dat chale a bad Munchies dey high mi dread I come dey high for the money, yeah Tic-tac no time, I dey jolly yeah DJ, bust a tune for my baby yeah The way she dance on the beat, no stopping it Inna di car and she give me sweetest whine Cruel, she a dancehall girl She on the phone when she picking my call She no dey form, she never dey wankas Oh my baby give me whine Eh eh eh, dancehall Where I'm from, my people dem dey rush Twenty bottle champagne in the popo Don't you bring your girlfriend to the club She go dey fall for the dancehall god, god, god, god, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods, gods, gods, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods Too many gyal dem calling my phone They on holiday where the party dey Give me the Hennessy, put it on the rocks Yes of course, dancehall god Tell dem say we go dey run every city, yeah Tic-tac no time, I need a cream, yeah Cash rules everything around we, yeah Million dollar boutique, I'ma spend it, yeah We the realest 'pon this, dem go call we Mikey Picture me and mon amie when I win the Grammy Twenty bottles on me, twenty models on me Every gyal in the club, dance F.L.E.X, flex, we nuh stress We dey go T-Rex 'pon the sex F.L.E.X, flex, we nuh stress We dey go T-Rex 'pon the sex, dance Where I'm from, my people dem dey rush Twenty bottle champagne in the popo Don't you bring your girlfriend to the club She go dey fall for the dancehall god, god, god, god, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods, gods, gods, god She go dey fall for the dancehall gods Too many gyal dem calling my phone They on holiday where the party dey Give me the Hennessy, put it on the rocks Yes of course, dancehall god