Letras de Popcaan - Ravin Letras de Popcaan - Ravin
Ravin lyrics

Ravin Lyrics

Popcaan

Up inna the club we gone again
Yeah-eh

Hair well plat, gyal dem phat
Gwaan bad when the tune dem drop
One jus' drop and buss her head back
When street vibes buss up inna her head top

Oh God, party mad
Gyal dem a seh Gaza party bad
Gyal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone with forty one
Highgrade, a crush out inna hand
Me no waan see no man a par with forty man
Gyal inna the club, we dem a party 'pon
Dem seh the World Boss, him a the party Don
Gyal dem

Love how me pants dem straight so
Dem love how the Clarks them lace up
And hotskull no tek bait up
Hey bwoy me a tell you this straight up seh

Me no beg people inna the raving
If a even fi spend off me saving
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving and
Everybody jump is a play pen
Happy like pickney 'pon weekend
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving

Lord right now me frass
Me a press gas
A right 'pon the toll me all nearly crash
Oh gosh, street vibes hash
Tommy Kee glass just drop and mash
Me seh

Oh God, party mad
Gyal dem a seh Gaza party bad
Gyal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone with forty gyal
Highgrade, a crush out inna hand
Me no waan see no man a par with forty man
Gyal inna the club, we dem a party 'pon
Dem seh the World Boss, him a the party Don
Gyal dem

Love how me pants dem straight so
Dem love how the Clarks them lace up
And hotskull no tek bait up
Hey bwoy me a tell you this straight up seh

Me no beg people inna the raving
If a even fi spend off me saving
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving and
Everybody jump is a play pen
Happy like pickney 'pon weekend
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving, so

Yooooooow
Up inna the club we gone again
Yeah-eh

Hair well plat, gyal dem phat
Gwaan bad when the tune dem drop
One jus' drop and buss her head back
When street vibes buss up inna her head top

Oh God, party mad
Gyal dem a seh Gaza party bad
Gyal dash weh like crab outta bag
Zamunda gone with forty one
Highgrade, a crush out inna hand
Me no waan see no man a par with forty man
Gyal inna the club, we dem a party 'pon
Dem seh the World Boss, him a the party Don
Gyal dem

Love how me pants dem straight so
Dem love how the Clarks them lace up
And hotskull no tek bait up
Hey bwoy me a tell you this straight up seh

Me no beg people inna the raving
If a even fi spend off me saving
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving and
Everybody jump is a play pen
Happy like pickney 'pon weekend
Me no know when me a go inna the grave in
So right now me raving, so..

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