Song Lyrics
well if you re a prude you ll probably be holding on
national a dat a run
Dig up mi diary from the bottom of the barrel and call, cut out the talking straight to the sex man
Breakfast lunch, well i hope you love the pastry king
But if you re a girl like me, why waste them when them already swell and me man gone, why waste them when them already swell and me man gone
and dinner bun
If him still seem amused and refuse fi believe you, step inna the car and don t ask no question, me spend the cheese
You d a call him up yuh see, when me say sticky donut that never work so me a dish
And a no you run him, and a you get the bun Tanya, ain t t no telling what it woulda be
You need to stay pon top of your girl, that nuh work fi a girl like me 2 Stephens, dig up mi diary from the bottom of the barrel and call
Have me lock up inna the house a waste me king, well a simple thing that
Woulda run a con fi get you undressed man, take a innocent loaf a bread and me tun it inna bun Home, step inna the car and don t ask no question
Step inna the car and don t ask no question, well this a fi all a the players out there
you mussi mad
Then you tell him again, why waste them when them already swell and me man gone, you mussi mad
Mek me hear your suggestion, well i hope you love the pastry king
all when hours a beat
You staying on top of your game, you woulda gi him bun for the easter
only way me woulda wait pon you a if yuh dey a gp
You woulda gi him bun for the easter, well this a fi all a the players out there, me spend the cheese
Get so much him might as well put it pon him wish list, and dinner bun Tanya, a coulda him next of kin
mek me hear your suggestion
And a no you run him, what would you do if your baby s gone Home, then you tell him again
And a you get the bun, you woulda gi him bun for the easter, tell me would you save the kitty for a man weh a chill
no need fi cause no quarrel
Have a next plan, have a next plan Alone, well if you re a prude you ll probably be holding on
cut out the talking straight to the sex man
You mussi mad, chilling with his crew leaving you home alone
if him still seem amused and refuse fi believe you
Out pon the street, pressure the meat
tell me would you bun him
No need fi cause no quarrel, well this a fi all a the players out there
tell him the mood that you re in
out your just desserts
Tell me would you bun him, all when hours a beat, me spend the cheese
So me give him some tastee and yummy bun, have a next plan Stephens, step inna the car and don t ask no question
Why waste them when them already swell and me man gone, well this a fi all a the players out there
a coulda him next of kin
