Ezro - Tek Time lyrics

[Intro] (Ladies and gentlemen) T to the, T to the Z, Z Trust me Tek time Trust [Chorus] Tek time, get loose Mix up the Hennessy with the booze They don't wanna see her wine and move Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do Tek time, get loose I don't wanna get wild and screw I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune It's gonna get mucky, f** your views [Verse 1] When I see bumpers elevating Good vibes and mandem blazing Leave your bad vibes and hating Draw gash in different races There's bare flesh, bare cute faces Blud, who are you screwfacing? Draw your beanie, not paying True say, I'm a young boss in the making On the mic, I'm educating From these wack MCs, I'm separating Man, I love all gash, not segregating Lyrical herbs, lyrically blazing Bad mind people not fazing It's blatant that them man rating True say the flow is quite amazing and I'll make you skank out when you're raving [Chorus] Tek time, get loose Mix up the Hennessy with the booze They don't wanna see her wine and move Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do Tek time, get loose I don't wanna get wild and screw I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune It's gonna get mucky, f** your views [Verse 2] Tek time, sip juice There's options, you choose But fling up your bum, let me get a preview Cause after the rave, it's back to the room I'm a top boy, blud, not you Like what, boy? You'll get bruised You're a flop, boy, blud, just move, you're Interrupting the perfect view Like spin that, twirl that like a typhoon Tek time, everybody make room Or get swept off your toes like broom My rhymes, yeah, they consume I spit my words in perfect tune I'm quite perverse, I hurt the room Your verse is cursed if I'm after you It's curtains even in the afternoon [Chorus] Tek time, get loose Mix up the Hennessy with the booze They don't wanna see her wine and move Cuh slap big bumpers, that's what I do Tek time, get loose I don't wanna get wild and screw I just wanna see the gyal dem wine to the tune It's gonna get mucky, f** your views [Verse 3] Saw the bumper like "wah di bumba? Wow, gotta get that number" Walked over, nah, not a stunter Cause like Mez, for the pooms I'm a hunter It's true, draw gash in bunches Don't treat them to meals or lunches Show 'nuff skin, dem gyal are whatless Dem gyal are only good for one thing I'll draw for the hammer, you can't touch this Knock this, flop this or top this Running it up and talking bare nonsense Left foot, uppercut, bare punches Bigger the badder, the harder they're falling Slapped last night, woke in the morning Left cheek hurting when you're yawning Wait, man, I think that's gash calling