Focus Pon Me

I've been looking at you wondering if you even got
What it takes inna no you take me easy
Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me
Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me

From the most things I got you can't do it like me
There is no other
You a-watch and a-stare and a-wish
That this gal could'a be your baby momma
So watch me slow grind and a-wine
And in time never step outta line, baby
Make you bod all night feel the wickedest wine (focus every time)

So watch me slow wine baby
And I wine and dine baby
Make your mouth water with this heat
Me done work it, what is your weakness

Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me
Show it back, make it hot, take it right down for me
Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me
Move it round, toss it down, give it all you got baby
Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me (what)
Left right, left right, left right, focus pon me (what)

I'm enticed now and me like it
Keep your focus and align it
To the front to the back I give you heart attack
And you know Shontelle got the green alycat
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Wine it top and wine it round
No fellas step to bring
Hypnotize like it's Bajan n
So beware

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