Joell Ortiz - Jamaican Food Lyrics

Tell her somethin' man, tell her somethin'
Hey, mama, hey, haven't I seen you somewhere before?
Hey, I saw you last night, yeah
You had a beautiful dress on
I didn't see you
I know, it was in a dream

We sorry

This is how it look when doves cry?
She hurting looking in her love eyes
Tryna muster up why he threw it all away to bust a nut, I
Wish I had a different answer than lust, but yup, guys
Weakness is them feminine creatures wit symmetrical features
That hourglass, a hour wit that ass it'll keep us
Occupied, satisfied, gratified, thank you
These hands that count money spank you then shackle ya ankles
Intercourse in a telly we never been before
A light knock, that's room service, let me go get the door
Finish our dinner course then throw you in the figure-four
One mo' time, choke you like a little whore to get you off
I like the smell of perfume, I like a skin tone
I like the wobbly booties I like the gym tone
Yoga pants over Yeezys, jeans over the pumps
Flats under that skirt at an after work drunk

I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true?
If it is, well may I ask who are you?
'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food"
Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night
We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food

Shorty, tell me some lies, I'll tell you a few of mine
Call me emo when I tell u that my sign symbol's 69
We'll sip wine and have a good old time
Front of my mind, I'm like, "She flip her hair twice, that pussy mine"
I don't know what I give off, but they often give me what they get off
I still be stroking they be like, "Get off"
I'm not a player, I just f*ck a lot
Shit, I'm lying, player, I'm a f*cking thot
And if that thang looking sweet I'll give my tongue a shot
On that lil' Square lollipop, I'm a sucker for box, uhh
Y'all look at women and fantasize about being wit 'em
I look at women like, "Nah, don't f*ck up her life"
My regular day to her a wonderful night
So they be tryin' hold on, I don't put up a fight
Once I'm done nuttin' it's like we've done nothing, I'm like
Let keep in touch you got my number, right?

I be like, "I ain't tryna be rude
But it looks like you ain't come in here wit no dude Is this true?
If it is, well may I ask who are you?
'Cause, girl, you walked up in this spot and made it hot like Jamaican Food"
Look around, these boys sweating like Jamaican Food
That fatty patty looking like Jamaican Food
Wine all night, let's grind all night, be mine all night
We'll spice it up like Jamaican Food

Yo, hold up
Hello?
Hello?
Who this?
Who?
Oh, shit, oh, yeah, what up?
How you been?
You good?
Huh? I ain't no stranger, knock it off
I been busy
Just tryin' to finish up this album
Shit, you you doin'? You good?
Hahahaha
Yeah, we good, we can try to get together or somethin'
Lemme lock your name in here, I'm in the booth right now
I'll hit you back and that's my word, you got my word
Alright, alright, late