Rough Up Lyrics

Rough Up Lyrics by OLAMIDE

Mm-mm, yeah
No, no
Oh-no-no, no, no, yeah (hmm)

You say you nuh go leave me for nobody, you
You say you nuh go leave me for no bloodclat
Your type fi real
Go rough up mi pum-pum right
Cah you know, say long time you ball, oh
You know I got you baby from now 'til dawn

Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Cah mi haffi tip, tip, tip
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now

Mi summer turn fine, my fine wine
My gyal body shape like dollar sign
And I gats use seatbelt when you ride
My baby seh mi know, seh you wicked and bad
Jimmy Jatt weak when you dey by the wheel
Dem go run away if your calabash real
Mi want you alone, come fi mi home
Finger, I kiss, make your body set di tone

They got lover bodies, slit me throat
Bad to the bone, gyal you're bad to the bone
Tonight it goes down, back in our zone
Mi treat you like a bone, I go scatter your dome (hmm)

You say you nuh go leave me for nobody, you
You say you nuh go leave me for no bloodclat
Your type fi real
Go rough up mi pum-pum right
Cah you know, say long time you ball, oh
You know I got you baby from now 'til dawn

Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Tip on your toes
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now
Cah me haffi tip, tip, tip
Baby, make you tip on your toes right now

Cah me with mi beauty, cah me feed da bootie
A long time with you, one lick, sweet tootie
Di signal show, mi know you wanna do me
Wine dutty while you make the ting close to me
Ya gyal fine, my gyal hotter
Make me craze, make dem pour me holy water
She nuh good, tell ya sons and daughter
Some gyal bad but 'em nuh reach quarter

Mi gon' sniff that, lick that
Omo, I be junkie fi da kitty cat
Climb pon mi podium, make I dey blow ya
Thing all night, you go start to dey pariwo

Baby on my body, very necessary
Look how mi shape go nice like berry
Man drown, get him eyes of uh mi skill
I mean one dippin' on mi hole all night, why, why
Look how mi body nice, how it fi shape
Look mi outside, no block cah fi tie you up, mi skill
Dem know seh mi hotter from cold, comin' up mi back
'Cause yo he told me how fi lick it, got me nice, mm-mm

Look, ooh, you hotter than style
Wine up mi waist, make the man, him shout
Cyann stand the fire when mi 'bliques on top
Him baller, "Oh you gyal you hotter than spore"

Wind my waist, bend my back
Lift up the leg, mek mi ball out
Mek mi fi shout how you men
You lost de gyal, the half be hotter than them
Well, mi haffi say, "Boom"

Wind my waist, cock up mi leg
Bend my leg, choke up mi neck
Tell me what I want cah mi nuh soffy, soffy ting
Slap up mi waist cah mi nuh soffy, soffy ting