[Lyric] Wine Pon Me (BurrLin)

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 wеapon
Bishes in my section and I need a slow wine
So I grabbеd 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