Vybz Kartel - Millennium Gallis (ft. Shawn Storm & Shane O)
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[Intro: Vybz Kartel]
Gyallis...
Gyallis...
Gyallis...

[Verse 1: Shawn Storm]
Thing shot yah now is like 3, 4, 5
Get your gyal wet, you know me don't mean boat ride
She told me that you just eat whole night (whoa)
Me drill her like hut two three hut
Classic fuck, pull up me pants, have on me Reebok

[Verse 2: Shane O]
Some rubbish weh some boy a run down, yo, we have dem heap up
Put gyal 'pon me cocky while gyal a put dem 'pon dem knee cup
Tek two off a dem gyal, then me cut, then the Reebok
Then the Reebok, then me re-fuck
Short a breath, now can you keep up?

[Chorus: Shawn Storm]
Gyallis a the millennium
To pussy me bring the fire like a rebellion
Touch your breast under the cover, me no feel any lump
Inna her belly me bust it up (blow) Bellini pump

[Verse 3: Shawn Storm]
Gyal a gi' we the punany-na-na-ny-ny so
Cocky ring inna dem belly, pununununu
Gi' we the punany-na-na-ny-ny so
Mek she sing melodies La-la-la-la-pu-pu

[Verse 4: Vybz Kartel]
Mek me tell you 'bout gyallis, gyallis
New Millennium gyallis, gyallis
Y2K gyallis, gyallis
Master Degree gyallis, gyallis
Fuck it inna traffic, graphic
Draws vanish, she damaged
Me grab it, no caress
Me grab breast, me cocky
Stab it, you love me? You promise?

[Verse 5: Shane O & Vybz Kartel]
Dem gyal eat the ice cream, a no the cone alone
Addi dem gyal call while she home alone
She blow 'pon the thing like a saxophone, xylophone, all kinda phone
And video it 'pon Kyla phone
A she send it to Cairo phone, she cold
Me buss me juice inna her mouth, me lowe the hole
Her man deh a him yard, him wash, him cook, him clothes a fold
A wicked gyal, all over her face me balls a roll
She text him 'bout she deh a show, she soon come home


[Verse 6: Shane O]
Me full a style, all me designer know
The kinda flow, weh kinda slow weh mek dem mind a blow
The typa skirt weh she a wear mek the vagina show
Strip up 'pon me pole, me money nuff a no coin a throw
Coil a show

[Verse 7: Vybz Kartel]
Her sister turn around like terminus
Underneath her burning up
Five thousand Kelvin
She crown me the king, she call him the gelding
No pretending, me a the realest, tight hole 'pon big penis
Pickney born, me cock fit
Pick the corn, chick chick

[Verse 4: Vybz Kartel]
Gyallis, gyallis
New Millennium gyallis, gyallis
Y2K gyallis, gyallis
Master Degree gyallis, gyallis
Fuck it inna traffic, graphic
Draws vanish, she damaged
Me grab it, no caress
Me grab breast, me cocky
Stab it, you love me? You promise?

[Verse 1: Shawn Storm]
Thing shot yah now is like 3, 4, 5
Get your gyal wet, you know me don't mean boat ride
She told me that you just eat whole night (whoa)
Me drill her like hut two three hut
Classic fuck, pull up me pants, have on me Reebok

[Verse 2: Shane O]
Some rubbish weh some boy a run down, yo, we have dem heap up
Put gyal 'pon me cocky while gyal a put dem 'pon dem knee cup
Tek two off a dem gyal, then me cut, then the Reebok
Then the Reebok, then me re-fuck
Short a breath, now can you keep up?

[Chorus: Shawn Storm]
Gyallis a the millennium
To pussy me bring the fire like a rebellion
Touch your breast under the cover, me no feel any lump
Inna her belly me bust it up (blow) Bellini pump

[Verse 3: Shawn Storm]
Gyal a gi' we the punany-na-na-ny-ny so
Cocky ring inna dem belly, pununununu
Gi' we the punany-na-na-ny-ny so
Mek she sing melodies La-la-la-la-pu-pu

[Outro: Vybz Kartel]
Gyallis...
Gyallis...

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