Wine Fi Di General Songtext

[Verse 1]
Gal mi waa feel di breeze when you a blow
While you a feel di tease when mi a grow
Mi know you a pree di G's weh mi a throw
Dats why you a pree fi tun mi inna Joe
Mi nu have conscience but gyal still want mi flow
When mi done gyal a use hand fan down below
Instant mi change from friendly to foe
When she bend down and touch har toe
She call mi Voldomort when she feel my wand
Killa tek har from dancehall to divan
Inna AC gyal waa be my fan she a witch, so mi give har broom fi ride on
She do as I say like mi name Simon
Likkle tricks weh di gyal dem use fi tie man
A gyal haffi go beg from mi buss nylon
Wi nu freak like Byron Long

[Verse 2:]
A nuh fish mi a ketch when mi reel out nylon
Gyal is a branchless tree you a climb on Naw inhale nor blow like Ivan, me have di wata fi dampen you dry land gyal!
Tricks are fa kids so mi naw gi you none
A wining time buss weh like gun
Gyal run weh di buoy weh naw gi you none
Tell him fi go join di raisin inna bun
Gyal wine and tick bruck wild and flick, wine fast an slow like when oil a drip
Flash you finga like it ketch inna you zip gyal wine like you jus get Shakera hips
Tell dem oda man mi a di first in line
A forward now not reversing time
A gyal a wine dead she have hearse in mind, mi waa juke you like di peg pan di pine.