Can't Anymore

(We got London on da track)

Girl, let your guard down, girl, don't put on or front
If you really want it, baby, you know what I want
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore

Yeah, that's a round (that's a round)
Runnin' 'round (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' in (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Comin' out (yeah, yeah, yeah)
We tryna come (tryna come) to our senses
But we keep pouring up this senseless
Got my body on point, so I knit-pick
Gotta be good paid with the whip, whip
He like: When you gon' give? When you gon' give your number to me?
I'm like: If you really want it, baby, you know what I want

He like: Girl, let ya guard down, girl, don't put on a front
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore
Me want to get nasty inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore

Got a waist, likkle waist
Fi hold on 'pon when yuh taste
A man ah gaze, pretty face
Walk with slim top pon heavy base
To get DJ fi run it, yeah-yeah
Wi outside di party, yeah-yeah
To get DJ fi run it, yeah-yeah
Wi outside di party, yeah-yeah

If ya really want it, baby, you know what I want
He like: girl, let ya guard down, girl don't put on or front
Me want to get nasty, inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore
Me want to get nasty, inna di car, that's the afterparty
I wan' feel you badly on my body, but I can't anymore

Ohh, what you gon’ do?
Eh, eh
We got londonondatrack