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Jackhammer lyrics with English Translations
Jim Screechie
Ladies...
My babies...
My girls...
Whoaaaa
She love off the jackhammer
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!" She a say, it hot, me fi stop Me say, "Stop the noise, take a sat 'pon the c**k" Take a seat 'pon the c**ky tic toc, you fi toc Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up Good f**k she get, contact Diddy back Cah... energy, inna me back weh it stock Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that Gyal a try bruk the c**ky, like a crockery weh drop Cool face, gyal no have no acne fi pop Gyal see the bike, waan kotch 'pon the back She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block Must f**k she waan, it has to be that Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock When tire puncture, no flat we no patch Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Some hot f**k she get! She a bawl, and a beg time off She climb up 'pon the buddy, waan climb off Me nah stop until you reach your climax Oowee! C**ky, you fi whine off Gyal, your p**sy full of grip, you nah slide off She love me, her man she a bypass Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class Jim Screechie Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love We a f**k inna the light, no lock the light off C**ky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough Gyal cyaan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass Jim Screechie Good body gyal, no have no virus A dem gyal deh I love Juice inna belly add up, she multiply... Nothing no minus
And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!" She a say, it hot, me fi stop Me say, "Stop the noise, take a sat 'pon the c**k" Take a seat 'pon the c**ky tic toc, you fi toc Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up Good f**k she get, contact Diddy back Cah... energy, inna me back weh it stock Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that Gyal a try bruk the c**ky, like a crockery weh drop Cool face, gyal no have no acne fi pop Gyal see the bike, waan kotch 'pon the back She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block Must f**k she waan, it has to be that Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock When tire puncture, no flat we no patch Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
[Chorus] And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Some hot f**k she get! She a bawl, and a beg time off She climb up 'pon the buddy, waan climb off Me nah stop until you reach your climax Oowee! C**ky, you fi whine off Gyal, your p**sy full of grip, you nah slide off She love me, her man she a bypass Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class Jim Screechie Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love We a f**k inna the light, no lock the light off C**ky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough Gyal cyaan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass Jim Screechie Good body gyal, no have no virus A dem gyal deh I love Juice inna belly add up, she multiply... Nothing no minus...
Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh Jim Screechie
My name is Gavsborg... And I love to give girls the jackhammer, jackhammer, jackhammer Jim Screechie...
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!" She a say, it hot, me fi stop Me say, "Stop the noise, take a sat 'pon the c**k" Take a seat 'pon the c**ky tic toc, you fi toc Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up Good f**k she get, contact Diddy back Cah... energy, inna me back weh it stock Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that Gyal a try bruk the c**ky, like a crockery weh drop Cool face, gyal no have no acne fi pop Gyal see the bike, waan kotch 'pon the back She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block Must f**k she waan, it has to be that Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock When tire puncture, no flat we no patch Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Some hot f**k she get! She a bawl, and a beg time off She climb up 'pon the buddy, waan climb off Me nah stop until you reach your climax Oowee! C**ky, you fi whine off Gyal, your p**sy full of grip, you nah slide off She love me, her man she a bypass Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class Jim Screechie Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love We a f**k inna the light, no lock the light off C**ky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough Gyal cyaan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass Jim Screechie Good body gyal, no have no virus A dem gyal deh I love Juice inna belly add up, she multiply... Nothing no minus
And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
The gyal a bawl, "Woii!" She a say, it hot, me fi stop Me say, "Stop the noise, take a sat 'pon the c**k" Take a seat 'pon the c**ky tic toc, you fi toc Start whine, get wild, gitty up, gitty up Good f**k she get, contact Diddy back Cah... energy, inna me back weh it stock Pure Snagga Roots, have the factory fi that Gyal a try bruk the c**ky, like a crockery weh drop Cool face, gyal no have no acne fi pop Gyal see the bike, waan kotch 'pon the back She say, "Bring me to the hills", *Vroom!*, flash to the block Must f**k she waan, it has to be that Hammer inna belly, knock it a knock When tire puncture, no flat we no patch Gyal have the good hole, the fat weh fi slap Me no stop, me no stop, me no stop
[Chorus] And make she bawl, "Woii!" Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a whine up her body, and a move to me slow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a bubble up her waist, and a tip 'pon her toe Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh The gyal a jiggle up her body, make the c**k start crow Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh
Some hot f**k she get! She a bawl, and a beg time off She climb up 'pon the buddy, waan climb off Me nah stop until you reach your climax Oowee! C**ky, you fi whine off Gyal, your p**sy full of grip, you nah slide off She love me, her man she a bypass Run 'way the Teacha, gyal, come a my class Jim Screechie Gyal, your pretty skin weh I love We a f**k inna the light, no lock the light off C**ky make gyal a catch hiccup and dry cough Gyal cyaan see 'cause she fling 'way the eyeglass Jim Screechie Good body gyal, no have no virus A dem gyal deh I love Juice inna belly add up, she multiply... Nothing no minus...
Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh Jim Screechie Oh oh oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh Jim Screechie
My name is Gavsborg... And I love to give girls the jackhammer, jackhammer, jackhammer Jim Screechie...
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