Jamaican Girl Songtext / Lyric

Call me baby, baby

She say

Call me baby, baby

She say



Call me baby, baby

She say

Call me baby, baby

She say



I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

I don't hear what the rumble clots say



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

Sex and on that good love to me






She say, she like 'em dark skinn-ded

Not timid, wanna rumble in my loft is it

Talk different, her walk's exquisite

Switch is ridiculous, locks is twisted

Like a block she said visit us



Jam rock why don't you picture us with

Kids or whip, a ton of cannabis?

So I can can it on a canoe

Sippin' coconuts like its a can of some brew

I'm what she plan to hold on to



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

I don't hear what the rumble clots say



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

Sex and on that good love to me



Haters wanna hate, hey no way, hey

She'll slit ya throat, mess around with O

She move a pound of coke like brown with hopes

Of being close to folk, if you clown ya poked



No joke, murder she wrote, provoke me no a rotty

Be a dead body, it be that dread hotty

Me no know no one that more potty

Down on her knees, up in the party to please my body



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

I don't hear what them rumble clots say



She say, I just want you in my arms

Till the break of dawn, we can get it on, Obie

Ain't no need to prolong, Obie

Realest nigga on this song is Obie



Way she move, got me in her hypnotic ways

Her voice maneuvers, got me thinking 'bout her day to day

See I'm faced with beauty so there's nothing more for me to say

Put on the dance floor and play with Obie



And it's no cliche, O's great like the lake

So she pon'd the river her way of doing the snake

Jamaican God, make a true playa break

Say it ain't so, ya truth is fate



Incense lit when she's interested in insertion

Any minute ya squirting, she gifted in

Giving you the business, hurting 'em

Plus she know that art of perversion



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

I don't hear what the rumble clots say



She say, I just want you in my arms, Obie

Hold you till the morning, Obie

Know you got it going on, Obie

Sex and on that good love to me



Call me baby, baby

Call me baby, baby

Call me baby, baby

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