| chorus: Mi gyal, mi gal. It’s not your fault if you’re hotter than pepper. |
| Modeling ah gwaan and your body trendsetter. |
| Not your fault if you feel just right an you’re born ready fi di spotlight |
| (repeat) |
| Verse 1: Mi gyal, yu a mad dem an a flood dem an a lead dem all di way. |
| Nuttin baad a call dem don’t haffi sey about yu caw yu nuh mix inna dem skettle crew |
| nuh true boo? |
| But anytime yu pass thru traffic haffi halt |
| Man a give yu key fi open di money vault |
| but just like di sea ah so dem dere salt |
| an a mek it look like it ah your, your… |
| (chorus) |
| Verse 2: mi gyal, dem a gwan like yu nuh mek no man nuh see dem |
| an so so is all man give dem |
| every deejay trample out dem riddim |
| like di apple dem gyal dere forbidden |
| But thru how yu hot gyal mi know mi haffi catch ya whole a Main Street crew nah stop watch ya An if yu punch har mi will pat yu |
| (chorus) |
| Verse 3: Mi gyal, mi a di judge an di jury |
| an fi lookin' good mi find yu guilty. |
| Guilty! Fi your likkle cute face |
| Guilty! Fi your platinum shape. |
| Guilty! Fi your platinum hips. |
| Guilty! Fi di bump ova your chest |
| Life on your side that’s whay your hot. |
| (chorus) |
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