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[Intro]
Oh lala
A young lord
Yow Jordan
Hizzle we tell them

[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re

[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded

[Verse 1]
Mi smoke the weed like a tonic
Meds pon another planet
Feel like Salt Bae everytime mi sprinkle grabba pon it
Drop a bomb atomic me haters them a panic
None a them cyan keep up with me speed
Mi supersonic
Main chamber a talk bout game changer
Six foot two mi a dancehall main danger
Dem youth ya queer till dem cyan get no stranger
Bwoy you a minor naan do no major
Lock dung yo gal in a mi bed and she no stop cum
We kick back and just a watch dem just a drop dung
Crank up the shot gun
Naan go ever hear Vendetta back dung
Race out everything them life lock dung
Circle the club when dat done

[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild

[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re

[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded

[Verse 2]
Ice cold shivering in gold
Yo couldn’t last not a even a day in a me insole
Forever young like we never getting old
We get the style them when them drop
Unnu get them when them old
Them better put me name on the honor roll
Honor roll because the skipper deh pon a roll
A dem corrupt we mind a dem mek we cold
Fight fire with Fire just ago add to we fuel (doh)

[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild

[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re

[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded

[Verse 3]
Mi no affi talk who a di bigger man
Mi no affi talk who a di trigger man
Yo could big and thick or tough up
Like the man up pon the Vigorton
We put yo down cuz we no give a damn
Shot buss him belly tell whomever
Get the kidney or the liver from
We always number one don’t get the figure wrong
Pu**y them a plot behind and out ways fi get read a man
Fraid fi face me one on one
So them can gwaan chat in a song
In case mi catch a case mi want a lawyer like fi Zimmerman

[Bridge]
Deh in a the club and just a pop style
Dip in a mi pocket fi a fat coil
Out there in a the road mi a the Rottweiler
Them white gal see me and a act wild

[Pre Chorus]
Not even death cyan stop me
Young but me hard to the core
Even me life pon the road
A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re

[Chorus]
Suave suave just look how me suave
Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace
Have up a hundred grand now pon me body
Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me
Suave suave wa make me so suave
Kill me competition then me cut with the darby
All a me gal them a come out fi the party
Mi see so much camel toe fi like mi deh Abu Dhabi
Suave suave me out with me army
Just now the sky clear look how the weather get stormy
If me ever hurt yo baby my sorry
Some a the times mi disappear but I’ll be back so no worry
Go through me rough times in all a me glory
Carry me go heaven in a all a mi jewelry
Suave suave we just a get started (oosh)
Plan fi make nuff money stupid rich retarded


Alkaline killed off his competition with his brand new single “Suave.”

The Vendetta head drop the new track Sunday night and within an hour it was the top trending dancehall song on YouTube on the planet. The catchy single was produced by Chimney Records and features Alkaline spitting lyrics about his lifestyle. “Not even death can’t stop me / Young but me hard to the core / Even me life pon the road / A make money and f*** a bag a wh*re,” Alkaline deejay.

“Suave suave just look how me suave / Jump in a Gucci jump in a Versace / Have up a hundred grand now pon me body / Hundred round fi any man who waan take it from me / Suave suave wa make me so suave / Kill me competition then me cut with the darby,” the Manhimself spits. Last week, Alkaline released another single, “Hard Tackle“, which was also produced by Chimney Records. That track also quickly became a trending cut on YouTube and has since clocked a million views in a week.

It’s safe to say that Alkaline and Vybz Kartel are both currently dominating dancehall, but who is on top? Listen Alkaline new song “Suave” below.

Below are the complete “Naughty” lyrics by Bebe Rexha displayed. These lyrics were added 54 minutes ago. Read our relevant article ““Naughty” Bebe Rexha Is Ready To Do It: New Song Premiere”.

Naughty lyrics

[Intro]
Mustard on the beat, ho

[Verse 1]
I’ve been a good girl
I’ve been a good girl all week long
I’ve been a good girl
I’ve been a good girl, don’t make me wait so long
Baby, I’ma do it how I do it, don’t trip
You know that I don’t see no other, I’ll be ridin’ it for life
You and I, you and I
Baby, all night

[Pre-Chorus]
So, won’t you let me pour a drink?
Let me pour a drink all over my body
Let me do a dance, let me do a dance that you like
Baby, let me be naughty

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[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

[Verse 2]
Baby, you’re my boss, you’re my boss, you’re my boss
You’re my baby, I’m your lady, I’m your lady tonight
And I’ma show you how I’ma do you right
I’ma do whatever, do whatever you like

[Pre-Chorus]
So, won’t you let me pour a drink?
Let me pour a drink all over my body
Let me do a dance, let me do a dance that you like
Baby, let me be naughty

[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

[Chorus]
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Let me be naughty
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?
I just, I just, I just, I just wanna be naughty
Won’t you let me be naughty?

[Bong/Cough Intro]

Money, get away
Get a good job with good pay and you’re okay
Money, it’s a gas
Grab that cash with both hands and make a stash
New car, caviar, four star daydream
Think I’ll buy me a football team

Money, get back
I’m all right Jack keep your hands off of my stack
Money, it’s a hit
Don’t give me that do goody good bullshit
I’m in the high-fidelity first class traveling set
And I think I need a Lear jet

[Saxophone solo]

Money will make a good man bad, yah yah
Money will make ’nuff man bad, yah yah
Money will make bredren and bredren go to war
Forget about the good times
Don’t bodda let it change your ways
If you no careful it will make you lose your mind, yas!

If you worship it, destined fi a fall
Very addictive, watch, be selective
Nuh bodda sell ya soul, just fear de money
When Jah Jah come, ain’t nuttin’ funny
Cyan’t pay yuh way inna Mount Zion
Not if yah have not ’nuff love inna all ya heart my frien’, yah yas!

Nevah remember when dem used to beg a dollah
Nevah remember when dem used to dead fi hungah
Now dat dem get rich, dem gwan like big timah
Burn down de bridge dat dem cross ovah
Bwoy ya cyan rich today, and broke tomorruh
Don’t you know dat’s the way life go? Yes!

Money a money and friend a friend
Mi a not put no money before my bredren
Dem a rush in and a kill fi de dollah
Fi de love of money man a kill ‘im owna brodda

Powah is money, money is powah
Materialistically dem get cankah
It a the root of all evil
Ghetto youth, alla man – be a beggah no!
Don’t bodda mix up inna de bwoy dem suttin’
Boy if want trouble will get it, ‘pon de double
‘Pon de paypah chase, boy na watch no face
When every lickle ‘ting dem want fi done de place
Man a defend faith in dollah and cents, yah
No bodda play wit’ yuh life, yah mi friend!
Well well well – well…

Money will make a good man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money will make ’nuff man bad – yah yah yah yas
Money!

Money, it’s a crime
Share it fairly but don’t take a slice of my pie
Money, so they say
Is the root of all evil today
But if you ask for a rise it’s no surprise that they’re
Giving none away

"HuHuh! I was in the right!"
"Yes, absolutely in the right!"
"I certainly was in the right!"
"You was definitely in the right. That geezer was cruising for abruising!"
"Yeah!"
"Why does anyone do anything?"
"I don’t know, I was really drunk at the time!"
"I was just telling him, he couldn’t get into number 2. He was asking
Why he wasn’t coming up on freely, after I was yelling and
Screaming and telling him why he wasn’t coming up on freely
It came as a heavy blow, but we sorted the matter out"

[Act III]

[after the song ends]
This is the CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER… As you can see, MUSIC can get you
pretty fucked up…Take a tip from Joe, do like he did, hock your imaginary guitar
and get a good job…Joe did, and he’s a happy guy now, on the day shift at
the Utility Muffin Research Kitchen, arrogantly twisting the sterile canvas snoot of
a fully-charged icing anointment utensil. And every time a nice little muffin comes
by on the belt, he poots forth… And if this doesn’t convince you that MUSIC
causes BIG TROUBLE…then maybe I should turn off my plastic’ megaphone and
sing the last song on the album in my regular voice…

[SCENE EIGHTEEN]
[A LITTLE GREEN ROSETTA]

[CENTRAL SCRUTINIZER:]
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A tiny green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta
Betta
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta

Green rositti
A little green rositti
It’s really, really meaty
A little green rositti
Betta, betta,
(Hey, really out there…really good)
It’s really getting betta
It’s betta, it’s betta
With a green rosetta
Setta, setta
(Good God, give the drummer some)
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Setta, setta, setta, etc….)
(Make a muffin, make a muffin, make a muffin,
Make a muffin betta, make a muffin betta, [etc….])
With a green rosetta
A little green rosetta
[Etc….]

Good God! You’re really jammin ! Now the Reggae version, hey, for the People in
the Third World… we haven’t forgotten anybody on this song.. .for all of you French
people…who think that you re outta sight… And for the people in Spain…who think
the French people are where its at… And for the people in Mongolia who always
wanted to go to Spain for a vacation… And for those of you in Taiwan who got chumped,
this chorus is for you: (Rang Tang Ding Dong, I am the Japanese Sandman…
Take eight…)

Green rosetta
Green rosetta
A little green rosetta
(Against the Reggae beat, though… No, it’s still Reggae, but it s all backwards)

A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You’ll make a muffin betta [Etc., etc., etc…]

Now you see, some places in the Third World it might be difficult to dance to this because
the kerosene record player is not a very efficient device.. .And a lot of times they run out of,
they run out of spunk right in the middle of the chorus… Causing the song to sound like this…

A little green rosetta

However we continue in spite of the fact that the fuel may be low on your record player.
We suggest that in places like the Fourth World where things are really tough that you
keep the record player going by rubbing two sticks together. And if all else fails, throw
the record away… build your own green rosetta…try this recipe: Well start with a lump of
grass… the grass bone connected to the ankle bone…the knee bone connected to the
wishbone…and then everybody moves to New York and goes to a party with Warren.
Hey! And we’ve flown in, at great expense, (triple scale, no less, ladies and gentlemen),
Steve Gad’s clone to play the out-chorus on this song…lies really outa-site, in spite of
thefact that the click track is totally irrelevant to what he’s doing now. I in listening to
the click, yes I’m suffering with the click track right now…this guy is totally out of sync with it,
but what the fuck. Ed Mann will call him up later, show him the sign. Okay Vinnie, where
is five?

They’re pretty good musicians
They re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
They’re pretty good musicians
But it don’t make no difference
If they’re good musicians
Because anybody who would buy this record
Doesn’t give a fuck if there’s good musicians
On it
Because this is a stupid song
AND THAT’S THE WAY I LIKE IT
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
You make a muffin betta
With a little green rosetta
A little green rosetta
Rosetta, rosetta, rosetta
[etc., etc., etc….]

AL MALKIN.
Zetta..