If I hang, you'll prolly deactivate your phone, or deactivate your IG
I thought 'bout buying you a light, but you had yo own shine
Love how she represent her flag, she from the Caribbean
Listening to her voice message, love her whole accent
Win a gold medal for your island, you the neighborhood hero
Yea
She got a attitude 'cus she come from Spice Isle
Her momma raised a pretty girl, I'm like, oh wow
And all this time my life been fast, can she run 4 miles
She want that apple juice from me, 'cus my shit hit different
Every time she look me in my eyes
I ain't put on a disguise, she like, DJ, you so different.
I'm skippin' from the one to tree (three)
Y-E-S, three letters, only say yes to me
You tell me everything you wanna be
I play you tic tac toe just for your ex to see
Aye, hit me back
I'm sorry, I ain't getcha phone call
Making her smile all on my own, dawg
I'm wit my vibe right now
You hear me
Yea yea, I hear you
She don't say three, she say tree
She don't say little, she say likkle
Haha, hell yea
And don't say she from Jamaica, she from Grenada
She gon' represent her island if anything
Yea
You hear me, okay
When she get to speakin' patois, I don't know what she sayin'
Like when she on the phone wit her momma, she know I'm God sent, yea
She remind me so much of my Baba, even to her hair
Even if I win her a prize, you know life ain't fair, no
It all trickle down
Her feet been tired as hell, she just wanna kick it
I got this pack in the mail, she just wanna unzip it wit me
If she fall in love, she gon' wanna have some pickney wit me
And I know, I know
When she play this song, she gon' show all her friend girls
You ain't gotta beat around the bush, say how you feel girl
I don't care about fake jewelry, you can have rose gold in yo watch, diamonds, as long as you girl
Dj Dudz - Miss Grenada Lyrics
Dj Dudz - Miss Grenada Lyrics
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If I hang, you'll prolly deactivate your phone, or deactivate your IG
I thought 'bout buying you a light, but you had yo own shine
Love how she represent her flag, she from the Caribbean
Listening to her voice message, love her whole accent
Win a gold medal for your island, you the neighborhood hero
Yea
She got a attitude 'cus she come from Spice Isle
Her momma raised a pretty girl, I'm like, oh wow
And all this time my life been fast, can she run 4 miles
She want that apple juice from me, 'cus my shit hit different
Every time she look me in my eyes
I ain't put on a disguise, she like, DJ, you so different.
I'm skippin' from the one to tree (three)
Y-E-S, three letters, only say yes to me
You tell me everything you wanna be
I play you tic tac toe just for your ex to see
Aye, hit me back
I'm sorry, I ain't getcha phone call
Making her smile all on my own, dawg
I'm wit my vibe right now
You hear me
Yea yea, I hear you
She don't say three, she say tree
She don't say little, she say likkle
Haha, hell yea
And don't say she from Jamaica, she from Grenada
She gon' represent her island if anything
Yea
You hear me, okay
When she get to speakin' patois, I don't know what she sayin'
Like when she on the phone wit her momma, she know I'm God sent, yea
She remind me so much of my Baba, even to her hair
Even if I win her a prize, you know life ain't fair, no
It all trickle down
Her feet been tired as hell, she just wanna kick it
I got this pack in the mail, she just wanna unzip it wit me
If she fall in love, she gon' wanna have some pickney wit me
And I know, I know
When she play this song, she gon' show all her friend girls
You ain't gotta beat around the bush, say how you feel girl
I don't care about fake jewelry, you can have rose gold in yo watch, diamonds, as long as you girl
I thought 'bout buying you a light, but you had yo own shine
Love how she represent her flag, she from the Caribbean
Listening to her voice message, love her whole accent
Win a gold medal for your island, you the neighborhood hero
Yea
She got a attitude 'cus she come from Spice Isle
Her momma raised a pretty girl, I'm like, oh wow
And all this time my life been fast, can she run 4 miles
She want that apple juice from me, 'cus my shit hit different
Every time she look me in my eyes
I ain't put on a disguise, she like, DJ, you so different.
I'm skippin' from the one to tree (three)
Y-E-S, three letters, only say yes to me
You tell me everything you wanna be
I play you tic tac toe just for your ex to see
Aye, hit me back
I'm sorry, I ain't getcha phone call
Making her smile all on my own, dawg
I'm wit my vibe right now
You hear me
Yea yea, I hear you
She don't say three, she say tree
She don't say little, she say likkle
Haha, hell yea
And don't say she from Jamaica, she from Grenada
She gon' represent her island if anything
Yea
You hear me, okay
When she get to speakin' patois, I don't know what she sayin'
Like when she on the phone wit her momma, she know I'm God sent, yea
She remind me so much of my Baba, even to her hair
Even if I win her a prize, you know life ain't fair, no
It all trickle down
Her feet been tired as hell, she just wanna kick it
I got this pack in the mail, she just wanna unzip it wit me
If she fall in love, she gon' wanna have some pickney wit me
And I know, I know
When she play this song, she gon' show all her friend girls
You ain't gotta beat around the bush, say how you feel girl
I don't care about fake jewelry, you can have rose gold in yo watch, diamonds, as long as you girl
Writer: Dinitrius Dudley
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid