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Can't Touch Me No More
Tanya Stephens
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Cho, some bwoy too cloying, yah (for real)
Some of dem too annoying, yah (trust me)
Cyan tell you how mi nuh want dem in yah (eh, eh)
Anyway
This yah one a fi all of di man dem Tanya bruise up before
Well, you used to wuk mi once, but you cyan touch me no more
You tell your friend dem how you have
Di rude girl have it up pon di floor
Well, you used to bend me then, but you cyan bend me no more
Mi nuh waan you come hype up when you see me with mi new man
A go Truman, inna we blue van
One weh some bwoy and dem crew man don't
Have a clue man, what happen to you man
Nah hide, say, mi pass to a few man
But nowadays mi stop up three and two man
Kick back and a chill out with mi boo man
And you sit down and a gossip like a woman
A tell your friend dem, "Bullshit, mi wuk that"
Why you nuh tell dem, "Bullshit, mi suck that"
I admit my guilt and my fun, that, sleep
There, done that, blaze that, and run that
One bag of Irish March and Link Seed
Nuh strengthen your back, you still couldn't fling seed
You did not have the length, did not have the
Strength, and you could not keep me content
That's why mi haffi move up di line, give you next
Man di whine and fling you 'cross mi back fence
Hey bwoy, you fi gweh 'cause you flossy
A dog, mi fi dog you with acid
And show off like you lick down Mary Kate
And your little toothpick couldn't stick it
The big talk weh you have, you better keep it
And buss a blank from mi tune when me lick it
'Cause this yah one a fi man like you weh Tanya beat out before
Well, you used to wuk mi once, but you cyan touch me no more
And tell your friend dem how you have
Di rude girl have it up pon di floor
Well, you used to bend me then, but you cyan bend me no more
Some bwoy fi get stripe up, or cutlass and knife up
Chat me with the little youth weh dem a wife up
Bright up, go hold a lightning strike up
Argument wrong, but try get it right up
Wait up, and mi nuh see make you a hype up
Mi get it from good source, you still a wipe up
Straight up, your little life gwan light up
Calm, mi see say you darkness and night up
Couldn't wuk this pussy, couldn't fuck this pussy
Definitely could not make Tanya scream
When some bwoy inna mi bed a muck around with this pussy
Mi a read mi deh Source Magazine
With you, one bag of Irish March and Link Seed
A drink Jay and the Roots, you better drink real weed
You gwan wash out, fling 'way and dash out
Inna your Fila, a pose like you're trash out
True mi get a little buss and mi cash out
You nuh like how mi come through, bash out
Badmind bwoy, mi advise you fi flash out
Before you make some big machine pop out
Before you get all your business fixed
You better big up mi tune inna di mix
'Cause this yah one a fi man like you weh Tanya beat out before
You used to wuk mi once, but you cyan touch me no more
And tell your friend dem how you have
Di rude girl have it up pon di floor
Well, you used to bend me then, but you cyan bend me no more
This a tune a fi man like you weh Tanya bruise up before
Well, you used to wuk mi once, but you cyan wuk me no more
And tell your friend dem how you have
Di rude girl have it up pon di floor
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