Say aah (aah, aah, aah, aah) And we don't buy no drinks at the bar We pop champagne 'cause we got that dough Let me hear you say aah (aah, aah, aah, aah) Its your birthday You want me say aah (aah, aah, aah, aah) I know you thirsty

She never felt so right I said yes oh baby Bring it on me tonight She said uuuh aaaah She asked me my name And I told her its Gyptian Immediately She say boy I gotta give you something And I said baby quickly

Look into the rhyme Rum to the ripple But at times I come in triple Blaow, blaow put the heater to your head Now your dead Wyclef don't give a *beep* if you're dead Raaaaah, raaaah Let me attack just like the black cat

All day, all day bring it my way I wanna handle your bizz Waah yuh put it pon meee Baby girl cau' you don't stop pose And you look good inna clothes And you pretty like rose And di sitten expose Chilling out inna the island breeze

Don't leave me this way Aaah baby, my heart is full of love and desire for you Now come on down and do what you gotta do (Now come on girl and do what you gotta do) You started this fire down in my soul Now can't you see it's burning out of control Come

Mama sabe bien perdí una bata...lla.... quiero regresar solo a besar.....la...aahh No esta mal sumergirme otra vez ni temer que el río sangre why calme se bucear, el silencio Dar, dan llegar why al final, al final hay recompensa

Smack my bitch up Change my pitch up Eaaaheeyheeaheyyyee Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Aaahaaahaaaaaaaaaaahha Aaahhaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Smack my bitch up

And you should know, ooh, aah, when I like it a-like a-this Huh, please don't you rock my boat 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' anyhow Please don't you rock my boat, no 'Cause I don't want my boat to be rockin' I'm tellin' you that, oh, ooh,

Rats! (rats–rats–rats) (Aaah whoah) Never to let go Them rats! (Rats–rats–rats) Never to forgive And there's nothing you can do In times of turmoil In times like these

Numbing me up, yeah, numbing me up, aye Back from the dead like I'm Jesus Skip to the next track if you think that we are facetious Ruby da Cherry ripe for the season $uicideboy$, yeah, we still breathin' (aah!) I'm the black sheep of this music industry