Wine Pon Me Lyrics

Yooooo BURRLIN!

You kno seh di song ye a bad!

Pull it, Pull It

Mi want all of di goodas gyal dem walk out fi this one ye

Aye

Wine up pon me

Gyal, Yuh look good you have finest body

Woooooooo hoooooo hoooo

Climb up pon me

If di gyal a stallion; I'm the jockey

Yeah

Wine up pon me

Gyal, Yuh look good you have finest body

Woooooooo hoooooo hoooo

Climb up pon me

If di gyal a stallion; I'm the jockey

Yeah

My skin brown like oxtail gravy

Jamaica and Ghana made me

New York City raised me

Moms and pops met in Brooklyn, back in the 80s

They didn't stay together long but they made a baby

So I'm here through immaculate conception

Got my hood nxggas with me, they all dancing with the weapon

Bishes in my section and I need a slow wine

So I grabbed her by the wrist, told her its go time

She climbed on me like this shit passa passa

All mi Bredrin bad mon, dem lick shots

Blocka blocka

Out in Brooklyn for Footprints rasta pasta

BurrLin you ah gwan too far, like Top Shotta

Wine up pon me

Gyal, Yuh look good you have finest body

Woooooooo hoooooo hoooo

Climb up pon me

If di gyal a stallion; I'm the jockey

Yeah

Wine up pon me

Gyal, Yuh look good you have finest body

Woooooooo hoooooo hoooo

Climb up pon me

If di gyal a stallion; I'm the jockey

Yeah

BurrLin, Wah gwan

Ah so you do di ting deh

Aye, dem dunno seh ah you run dis

Jah know star, pull it up

BurrLin tell di gyal dem seh fi wine up pon it

Tell dem seh fi wine up pon it, haha

Aye BurrLin, ah you have di gyal dem a spin like a whirlwind

Have them wining and turning, aye dem dancing and twerking

Watch me know, pull it up

Pull it, pull it