Lady G. - Breeze Off Lyrics
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Breeze Off
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What Are The Lyrics For Breeze Off By Lady G.?
So wha yuh really a deal wid
Uno tek woman fi fool Mi no inna di mix up and Blen blen wid dem Yuh know wha Lady G afi tell dem So no badda, so no badda (rept). Chorus: So no badda come ya wid yuh gali gali trend Just ease off breeze off Yuh no hear sey skettel bomb no dey a road again Through yuh get me now, yuh waan look mi friend Just ease, off breeze off Verse1: Every likkle female whey yuh see inna mini skirt Yuh waan fi feel, yuh waan fi touch,yuh waan fi flirt Bout yuh have a crush Dem yuhwaan fi brush And now a mi yuh waan fi sleep wid inna rush Hush How yuh a move so mucki Yuh waan wash off wid dettol Move from ya before yuh whole piece a metal If mi a git it whey No badda feel yuh a get nutten Go home to yuh wife Petal Chorus: Claim sey yuh nabel string cut dung a gal street And how yuh solid like a rock And yuh a concrete but bwoy yuh no fi dweet Mi hear sey yuh a freak, and how yuh lick licky An know yuh no know fi nyam meat Every night yuh gone a show gone watch go-go A lick yuh lip and lust off a chow chow In case yuh never know Mi a no yo-yo Chorus: Claims sey yuh a man But yuh no man yuh a woman foot stool So no badda come a mi Yuh lickle pickney gwaan go mek yuh madda Send yuh back a pre-school Chorus: |
Who Wrote Breeze Off By Lady G.?
Haldane Wayne Browne, Janice Annmarie Fyffe
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What's The Duration Of The Breeze Off By Lady G.?The duration of Breeze Off is 3:13 minutes and seconds. |
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