Lyrics Tommy Lee Sparta – High
Text:
Tun-tun-tun off every light
Tun off every light
Tun-tun-tun off every light
Because the looting a bar
Every gyal have a feel, have a vibe
Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight
Mhmmm…
Gyal dem a bruk out
Do whatever a your style
High…
Me see gyal inna every direction
Every race, colour and complexion
Me no decide a which one
Cah me no know which one a the best one
Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone
Me waan mek you scream ‘pon a high tone
Mhmmm…
Put your lips ‘pon me microphone
Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song
Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight
Mhmmm…
Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight
High…
Hice it up inna the air, face inna the sheet
C*ck inna the stomach that’s the belly a the beast
Lasss ta stut- stut-stut stutter speech
Beat up her cheeks until the pussy tweef
Gyal me know waan mek you turn on
A true me touch you pussy like a switch, mek you turn on
Just bend over fi the Spartan soldier
Selector build a vibes, me fucking high tonight
Mhmmm…
Gyal dem a bruk out
Do whatever a your style
Bomboclaat
Me see gyal inna every direction
Every race, colour and complexion
Me no decide a which one
Cah me no know which one a the best one
Gyal, your waist small like a I-Phone
Me waan mek you scream ‘pon a high tone
Mhmmm…
Put your lips ‘pon me microphone
Lock your two eye dem and sing like a Ackra-song
Tun off every light, me fucking high tonight
Mhmmm…
Sexing señorita, what a pretty sight
High…
Tun off every light
Tun-tun-tun off every light
Tun off every light
Tun-tun-tun off every light
Tun off every light
Tun-tun-tun-tun off every light
Tun off every light
Tun-tun-tun off every light