Mojim Lyrics
Mojim Lyrics > Americas singers > Alkaline (musician)( Earlan Bartley ) > Miscellaneous > Extra Lesson

Alkaline (musician)( Earlan Bartley )



Lyrics
Album list
Singer Intro

Alkaline (musician)( Earlan Bartley )

Extra Lesson

Extra, extra, extra, extra lesson
Anuh everybody got the blessings
Some man need lesson
Some man need extra lessons

Dawg, you breed di first gyal weh you ever get, a wha' you a talk 'bout?
Careful!
Well, well, well
Yo Frass
You ah hear me?

Them anuh no gallis for real
Make me tell you something if you never know
Idiot bwoy, a you make she know me
Carry news to gyal a nuh badman style no, nooo
Mumma Lashy
Pour out him heart, a wha' this? mi haffi laugh
She screenshot the text, send me
Hombre, she have you as a big waste man

Tell you, them a novice for real
Gyal weh you only can imagine fi fuck
Man deh ya a bang it for real
Vendetta
Suck your mother Hombre, you a story teller
Nothing wha' you ah say, we nuh believe (we nuh believe!)
Cyan even rule him baby mother
A wha' di bumboclaat you ah say to me?
Hombre, she have you as a...

featured video

8 Things You Didn't Know About Drake

featured video

12 Hit Songs You Won't Believe Were Passed Up By Other Artists

featured video

Jared Leto Compares Writing A Song To Having A Kid

featured video

What's That Line?

Mi step out inna Bape and every gyal ah swarm man
Then mi go Supreme, them say, 'this a nuh yardman'
Take 'way bwoy gyal in a second, nuh ramp with the tall man
Buss one of mi nigga if mi friend dem want one
Fuck di two best friend dem, honestly it never plan
That nuh mean them easy, that name 'style and pattern'
And mi nuh too talk nuff, the pussy safe with di Don
Pick a country, mi go pon every nation
Nuff a them a pattern mi style nuh understand
Cyan do wha' me do, you nuh name Earlon
Alka she say, she make it clear up pon di 'gram
And me tell a you them a bait, me make it clear inna di song
Play this for my fans (yeah)
Play this for my sons (yeah)
Play this for the old boy them weh feel like say them young (yeah)
Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com
Any gyal mi fuck would haffi rate me to the ground
I never pull a condom yet and haffi put it back down
Yo Frass

Them man anuh no gallis for real
Make me tell you something if you never know
Idiot bwoy, she still a give me the pussy
Carry news to gyal a nuh badman style no, nooo
Mumma Lashy
Pour out him heart, a wha' this? mi haffi laugh
She screenshot the text, send me
Hombre, she have you as a big waste man

Tell you, them a novice for real
Gyal weh you only can imagine fi fuck
Man deh ya a bang it for real
Suck your mother Hombre, you a story teller
Nothing wha' you ah say, we nuh believe (we nuh believe!)
Cyan even rule him baby mother
A wha' di bumboclaat you a say to me?
Hombre, she have you as a big waste man

Gyalis from school days, pants take in well straight
Stop down a bus park, step inna school well late
Borrow mi dawg endz, everyday is a new face
And mi get gyal everyday, but Friday was mi fave
Did haffi use lyrics because me never have waves
Dem time deh when mi young and wild, mi nuh have ears
Now me older now and a deal with the streets a way
And mi exchange number after mi exchange DNA
Magician with my voice, she do anything weh mi say (yeah)
She say, she have a man, but she give it up anyway
The short gyal you have, mi know she lonely
When she horny and want her fuck, you nuh deh deh
Hmm, play this for my sons
Play this for the old boy them weh feel like say them young
Fuck her inna di hours, cut before the morning sun
And any gyal mi deal with, them haffi rate me to the ground
Vendetta! (Yaa hear mi)

Them anuh no gallis for me (no-no, no-no)
Make me tell you something if you never know
Idiot bwoy, you make it easier for me
(One, three!)
Carry news to gyal a nuh badman style no, nooo
Mumma Lashy
Pour out him heart, a wha' this? mi haffi laugh
She screenshot the text, send me
Hombre, she have you as a big waste man

Tell you, them a novice for real (deevn fi a tell u dem ting ya dawg)
Gyal weh you only can imagine fi fuck
Man deh ya a bang it for real
Suck your mother Hombre, you a story teller
Nothing wha' you a say, we nuh believe (we nuh believe!)
Cyan even rule him baby mother
A wha' di bumboclaat you a say to me?
Hombre, she have you as a big waste man