Tump - Mavado

Genius, Tump dem!

Di Genius

Gyaaaal

Me house anuh nursery…

Bet you say when me done with you, you haffi curse me…

You pass the age of consent (mhm hm)

Me a give you the strength

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

The maga man pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And drop pon the chair

No waan no man rump her up

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

Stulla, him a pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And she no too care

No waan no man rump her up

(Ha ha ha)

Me tump her inna di worst way

Tump her up pon her birthday

Make she mash up the dresser

And she fling 'way di fan, and bawl say, she’s thirsty

She say, «Lord, have mercy!»

But this anuh no nursery

You forget wha' you say when me did tell you say me tump hard, pon the first

day?

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

The maga man pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And drop pon the chair

No waan no man rump her up

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

Stulla, him a pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And she no too care

No waan no man rump her up

Gyal, come yah fi di tumpin'

Turn 'round, get ready fi di something (fi di someting)

Me a tump you right now, straight to a morning

Every gyal fi get tumpin' calling

Dem love fi get tump while dem bawling (bawling)

Inna love dem falling

Come yah, mi darling

Spread out like tarpaulin

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

The maga man pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And drop pon the chair

No waan no man rump her up

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

Stulla, him a pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And she no too care

No waan no man rump her up

When mi say, «Tump», nuh beat dem

My youth, you haffi know how fi treat dem

Me a bwoy tump my girl everyday, not just pon a weekend

Pretty gyal, you haffi know how fi treat dem

Tump dem up and make it sweet dem

And if a gyal have too much man a tump

My youth, tump and delete then

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

The maga man pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And drop pon the chair

No waan no man rump her up

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up

Stulla, him a pump her up

Make she fly inna the air

And she no too care

No waan no man rump her up

Tump dem

A make it sweet dem (sweet dem)

Tu-tump dem

Make it sweet dem (sweet dem, sweet dem) (Tump dem, tump dem)

Make it sweet dem

Tu-tump dem hard, make it sweet dem

That’s why me a

Tump, tump, tump her up (tump her up)

Tump her up

She waan the maga man

She waan me come pump her up (pump her up)

Haha

Yo, tump her up

The song yah sick

Genius, tump dem!

Fly inna the air, and she no too care

No waan no man rump her up…