Lyrics: Jaime de Matos Cunha/Sandjay Deng/Aristoteles Filipe
Music: Jaime de Matos Cunha
Last night a night before
There were three women walking down the streets that way
I said hey you three women walking down the streets that way
Thereโs nothing down there and they flew away...
I be standing on the corner like whoa
I be stealing your punani like whoa
She be peeling my banana like whoa
Like whoa, like whoa
Yeah I bet on it
Rudeboy dem a come gone settle it
From the block to the top unlimited
Girl I make it hot can you handle it
Come and handle it
Pop pop with it
cause the earth quake baby booty rock with it
Drop top bmw with you in it
Parking lot back seat get loose with me
Get loose with me
Yeah we up all night
Tell it your friends
Yeah we up all night
Listen to your words
It feels like suicide
Truth in your eyes
it be the nights of the nights yeh yeh
I be standing on the corner like whoa
I be stealing your punani like whoa
She be peeling my banana like whoa
Like whoa, like whoa
Im single
No need no
Advises **** them
U can keep those
I reloade than evolve
Lemme shoot that motherf**** free throw
Win in a row that shit is no hobby
I be known as the man in the lobby
With the most drip on him
Made your girl almost slippin on me
No losses no ceros
I bounce back
F*** your ego
I bounce back
With my negros
Donโt get it than you donโt talk my lingo
Like the one who shot Hussle
Thats why I keep up my hustle
Feel my nuckles uh
If u push the wrong buttons
Share the Same mentlity or I f*** you up
I be standing on the corner like whoa
I be stealing your punani like whoa
She be peeling my banana like whoa
Like whoa, like whoa
Your touch is like whoa
Your Bodyโs like Whoa
Love the way you go low
Listening to tekno
Go Shorty wait
Let me reload
Iโm not here for one shot
Want hit those free throws