My One / God Save The Queens - Manga Saint Hilare, Lewi B

Our ting’s certi, it ain’t a fling

You see queen there? I am her king

I’m on point, she’s on job

I do work and she handles biz

And we got everyting on lock

But this ain’t the bing

See, I’ve got her back and she’s got mine

That’s back to back just like a Drake diss

When we’re on road and we don’t link up

Then my hotline bling just like a Drake hit

Both got baggage, but that’s cool

Help each other with our cases

When we’re on road and her face screws up

But I can see why they’re hating

Cuh I got the sauce and she’s got the juice

We hydrating

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

It’s me against the world with my one

Cuh my one’s gang, she’s fam, she’s cool

She plays her riddims anytime we cruise

She’s the Bonnie to my Clyde, my goon

She’s the Bernadette to my Wolowitz

And it’s gonna end in a big bang too

She looks buff when she’s got makeup

And she looks leng without it too

My real friend, no pretence

I like the me I am with you

If I’ve got tings and she’s got tings

Tell bossman you better make that two

Deadbeat gyal try slide in my DMs

Um, move

I don’t know what you tek this ting for

Fire pon a basic gyal dere, that’s loose

I ain’t tryna lose my one there

Cuh my one’s gang, she’s fam, she’s crew

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

It’s me against the world with my one

Cuh my one’s gang, she’s fam, she’s cool

Cuh I like my girl so I’m tryna look after my girl

Make a wife out my girl

Make your girl start asking questions

Why don’t you like her just like I like my girl?

I don’t bred anyone

But back in the day, I would’ve lenged any girl

But now look, everyting switched up

Yeah, man, I’m cool with this one

Yo, I want an intelligent girl

Girl that can rock my world

A female with brains as well as looks

Buff ting that likes to read books and cooks

Hates when I mix with the crooks

Prestige on you, wears Prada suits

The kind of girl I want to have my youts

When the hard times come, we stay strong like roots

She makes her own loop

Alibi for whenever I shoot

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

My one’s wavy, my one’s cool

It’s me against the world with my one

Cuh my one’s gang, she’s fam, she’s cool

«God Save the Queens»

Never forget that you’re the god saviours and founders

Never let dem man dere be doubting your powers

If they can’t embrace your glow, then they’re cowards

Cuh queens never tek no disrespect, 'llow it

Anytime there’s a problem, stand firm

Always found ways around it

And keep a head up, don’t let your crown slip

You’re the blessing that keeps giving, we keep counting

Pull up, skrrt, even if you pull up in a skirt

You still wear the trousers

Without you, there’s no me

No us, no we

You’re more than your breasts, more than your thigh

More than your face, more than I like

Love in your heart, pain in your eye

Mother nature

A mother’s nuture’s more than religion, preach

Oi, fuck these skets, God save the queens