Sinful
A ratbat
You know e ting go
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (ay, gyal)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (believe)
So right now me bitter to mi core
Britney send a picture to mi phone (come here)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll (sinful)
Gimme throat (gimme that)
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
A e maddest ting
We preach, scamming and drugs and demonic tings
But mi biggest fan dem a e baddest bitch (really?)
Shot dem, bad dem, not healthy
Wul a di yutes dem talented
But a powerful a our adjective (really?)
A our world, a our galaxy
I bet you when me dead unnuh nuh forget me
How you forget this?
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road (who?)
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (what?)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (woii)
So right now me bitter to mi core (yeah)
Britney send a picture to mi phone (sinful)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole (come here)
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll
Gimme throat
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
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Sinful
A ratbat
You know e ting go
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (ay, gyal)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (believe)
So right now me bitter to mi core
Britney send a picture to mi phone (come here)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll (sinful)
Gimme throat (gimme that)
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
A e maddest ting
We preach, scamming and drugs and demonic tings
But mi biggest fan dem a e baddest bitch (really?)
Shot dem, bad dem, not healthy
Wul a di yutes dem talented
But a powerful a our adjective (really?)
A our world, a our galaxy
I bet you when me dead unnuh nuh forget me
How you forget this?
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road (who?)
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (what?)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (woii)
So right now me bitter to mi core (yeah)
Britney send a picture to mi phone (sinful)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole (come here)
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll
Gimme throat
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
A ratbat
You know e ting go
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (ay, gyal)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (believe)
So right now me bitter to mi core
Britney send a picture to mi phone (come here)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll (sinful)
Gimme throat (gimme that)
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
A e maddest ting
We preach, scamming and drugs and demonic tings
But mi biggest fan dem a e baddest bitch (really?)
Shot dem, bad dem, not healthy
Wul a di yutes dem talented
But a powerful a our adjective (really?)
A our world, a our galaxy
I bet you when me dead unnuh nuh forget me
How you forget this?
A one talk, dawg, sinful and every gyal gone bad
Me take up e game, hands on card
Some other man just a mock Dancehall
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me make Dancehall nice again
I bet you seh me
I bet you seh me serve wine wid a slice a bread
Every bad gyal say sinful
We a lock e road (who?)
She wan' sinna then she haffi whore (what?)
Nuh love e chat chat ting from me poor (woii)
So right now me bitter to mi core (yeah)
Britney send a picture to mi phone (sinful)
Say she wan' dah cocky yah to she hole (come here)
You know me put e key to the Bim-Bim
You know me put di beast to e toll
Gimme throat
Gyal, you peppa like food feed mi soul
Likkl eediat, how you fi style me?
Stop gwan like you nuh used to the road
Tun up e price likkle more
Hundred grand a food fi di poor
Ay, gyal, you know me a who
Likkle whore, me will bruise up yuh throat (sinful)
Writer: Duijai Blake
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Copyright: Lyrics © SENTRIC MUSIC