Reggae & Calypso Lyrics - Russ Millions, Buni & YV

Reggae & Calypso Lyrics – Russ Millions, Buni & YV

Reggae & Calypso Lyrics – Russ Millions, Buni & YV is the latest English song which produced by Prod_JSH, 083chee, YJay Beats & J1 GTB. Reggae & Calypso Lyrics are written by YVDaGhost, Buni & Russ Millions.

Reggae & Calypso Lyrics

Reggae & Calypso Song Details:

Song: Reggae & Calypso
Singer: Russ Millions, Buni & YV
Produced by: Prod_JSH, 083chee, YJay Beats & J1 GTB
Lyrics: YVDaGhost, Buni & Russ Millions

Reggae & Calypso Lyrics

(Ay, J1 the flames)
(YJay made this)
(Chee on the beat)
(Josh)
Yo, yo

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Thot)
She want gunman in her tight hole (Saint)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Saint)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Saint)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through

Do my dance like Shiggy, go viral
Like the new age Jackson Michael (Hee-hee)
Ganja spliff, likkle chip, no icon
Sexual girl, took her back, it’s a cycle
We don’t slide, we glide and ride
Slam time, everyone hold bine
It’s the other side where we let that shine
Where I’m from, make your girlfriend mine
Wanna just chat when they ain’t on piss
I can buy breast for my favourite bitch
All of these things do amazing things
Miraculous lip from an Asian ting
Un-Unforgettable dick have a girl fallin’
‘Course I made her cum, push my wood all in (Saint)
Now, she’s on all four, but she ain’t crawlin’
Give her D all night ’til the next mornin’ (Tek boy, tek)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Thot)
She want gunman in her tight hole
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Saint)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Saint)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through

She only want killy milly
She don’t want them man
Give a man the business
Pepper that type of man (Shatai)
Tryna get them man bop-bop, bam-bam
Sun’s out, guns out, Glo Gang, bang-bang (Bullet, bullet, shatai)
Dream I see, I come like the Taliban
Donny thinks he’s mad, but I’m a madder man
Her ex is a wasteman, now, she got a badder man
Stay with my killy killy, can’t trust a bagger man (Saint)
We don’t party poop, we party shot
We get the party locked
Dot dot or a big six shots
Turn mad man when I get pissed off
They see mad man and the car skid off
The mash in my hand, make your car lift off
44 bulldog and it’s barkin’ off
Spark my target then I’m clartin’ off
Michael Jackson bad (Hee-hee)
One of a kind when I roll in camp
Why they just talk on the net? It look sad
Brazilian hair for a baddie, I’ll smash
I consider it clear that them niggas just brass
She wanna dance to Calypso
It’s the way that I watch, you won’t let go
It was me that made your gyal tip-toe
Why? (Saint)

She only dance to Reggae & Calypso (Thot)
She want gunman in her tight hole
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
See the killers make racks, it’s vital (Saint)
She only dance to Reggae & Calypso
B-Bare boom bang for a rival (Saint)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
They hear W.O.T say “Crud” and slide through

Bare boom bang for a rival
She want gunman in her tight hole (Saint)
Dance like Shiggy, go viral
Like the new age Jackson Michael (Hee-hee)
HK, I’m claimin’ that title
See the killers make racks, it’s vital
They hear W.O.T say “Crud”

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