Put It On - Tifa

Put it on, put it on, put it on

Take it off, take it off, take it off

Put it on, put it on, put it on

Take it off, take it off, take it off

He’s got the magic stick but a gyal wouldn’t know

From a now a extent cyaa talk bout

Mi man jack stick and how inch fi fit

Sweet but hot and spicy to the bone

How him dweet a would a don’t know

But him meck mi whole body tremble

Weak to mi toes

More time mi waan fi seh stop

But mi tough it out like a champion

Yo know mi a pro

My man is gifted

He just, just does it right

I can’t wait to go home and just work it all night

He’s got that good oh, good oh

That’s drive me crazy

He blows my mind everytime

Oh yeah my baby

Rude bwoy bless wid the style, and stamina, and vigor

How yo wine suh bad like what the heck go figure

Seh yuh would a be my position

Mi Hurcileas, mi Spider Man, mi mister trojan

Hey yo got mi turn fool but mi a hold mi composure

Waan come push yo weh but then mi a draw yo closer

Yo like a mag yeh mi just cyaa resist

The way yo hug mi up and love mi up

And gi sexy kiss