Intro: (Sincere)
Girls all over the world
So many girls that we got girls on girl

Verse One (Popcaan):
Some bwoy a chat up dem mouth
And a run dem beak
And cyan get dem girlfriend wet
Furthermore dem a sey dem a di biggest gyallist
And nevah get a threesome yet
Real badman like me get pum pum fi free
Nevah haffi buy dat yet
Good ting mi cyaan go America nor England
Cause Ruthann woulda start fret
Cause she know mi bad, bad, bad…

Chorus (Popcaan):
Gskull
Mi get any girl me waan
Gal a fly in from any place weh mi cyaan go
Nuh gal nevah tell me sey she nah gimme di p—y
Dat she nah do
Di girls dem love we bad
Di girls dem love we bad, yeah
She nuh care if mi ugly bad
She still love off di plait

Verse Two (Sincere):
Di girls gone wild gone wild when they see me dawg
I be like yow my girl simmer down
Mek it jump, mek it pump den spin it round
Its Y E, yuh chilling wid King Lizard now
You know me bring a country girl uptown
My money’s up so you know what’s going down
Bottles all around order another round
The girls love we bad and follow man Around
If her pum pum tun up tun up like wow
Then most nights I might have her in my house
If it ain’t Lizzy we nah run gal down
Yacht master to my wrist on loud
Real talk dawg what’s a dollor to a pound?
They hear my accent and all the girls come around
Girls from Toronto to New York now
Ghana to Nigeria they hot like fire

Chorus (Popcaan)

Verse 3 (Sincere)
All the girls wanna give me the nyanni
All The D boys wanna jump on are team
Y E dawgie did it with the Charlie Sheen
Margiela everything clean
Like Popcaan when I roll through the street
She don’t want a regular ni–er she only want Arrr
Suttin tight yeah, Suttin clean
Then she can roll and be on the team
I be running the game like Usian B
The girls ain’t far behind me like Blake B
Love in the bed in shower all crazy
Love all night like we tryna make babies
I got her gassed up tell her friends she rates me
But them bi–hs are crazy cause now they wanna date me
So I am loving her friend on the low do you blame me?

Chorus (Popcaan)

Verse 4 (Popcaan):
Di amount of gal weh mi have
Mi nuh know who fi call
Which gal fi love, mi nuh know who fi ask
Catty fraid fi approach sey mi look kinda small
She still end up gimme di p—y after all
Mi nuh matta dat when nature call
Have di touch fi she get wet like rain a fall
Regular mi get church sista
When mi go fi prayer and alter call
Sincere…

Chorus (Popcaan)