My women live in a perfect world, dem no have fi fret
Dem never worry nor sweat bout sex or de lovin dem a go get
Ain't no disrespect, Me a broke dem down, Make dem cum correct

You don't wan mess wit de bad man specially
Give the work and drive the gal dem crazy with the natural Xtacy
Ain't no fantasy, You get the lovin intensity

Woman you wanted nothing more than to spend the night,
And now you talking regrets and second thoughts?
Well best regards
Rudeboy say me no need that stress at all,
Guess it's best we part

No bother sing me no songs of betrayal, telling me what's right
Different song I made you sing last night
5 days more and now you there upon me front door
Blow out the candle lights

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The temperature's rising, You getting excited
Just wait, when me get in front of you
Things you make the bad man do

Work your fantasy, and you good to go
Me give you all of the game that a gal fi know
You get four men, four of them working four different purposes,

And the first it is..

The old man,
Find more similar lyrics on http://mp3lyrics.com/9q8xDon't want nothing but a hint of the sex appeal, pay
up the mortgage and the phone and light bill, still
don't touch you true him a rush fi the heart pill

Number two haffe the ugliest man you coulda find, not
there fi mix up, there fi fix up house and land. From
him a talk about the grind you introduce him to your
ugliest galfriend... Think again

Number three affe your gay boyfriend, emotional
and sensitive, for moral support...

Still one thing more...

When you want the WORK you give a call to the
Number 4. He'll give the grind galore.

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I mon don't need no gun at all to blow these gals
mind, Think these words are unkind?
All them get is this 9 inches and then some,
Buckshot (Backshot?) Winchester Magnum.
Galfriend wish she had some, well then guess what's
next, gal undress, me can't done.
Woman request the action, then them a gwaan
like them want hold the bad man fi ransom. I
really must be going.

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