Rude Ting by. Uncle Cutty

Intro

Yow, listen up mi people

Hear mi now, from di corner me ah shout

Mi see di baddest gyal, she tek over road

Ah true, she mad wicked, mi cya lie

Every bwoy waan test, but dem nah ready

She bruk heart wid a glance, buss mind easy

From Portmore to MoBay dem chat seh she crazy

Gyal a trouble, she nuh deh pon sorry

See her pon di ends — pure drama she carry

Sistren, yuh can’t match her flex, gwan ask anybody

She bun hotta than pepper, sizzle up steady

Mad wicked, bredda, yuh see it already

Chorus

Mad wicked gyal bend it fa me

Oh she wild with it, got me spendin money

Body rude got that ting lookin lovely

Mad wicked, she nuh care, nah, she naughty

Post-Chorus

Oh la la la, oh la la la

Gyal mad wicked, oh la la la

Verse 2

She step inna di dance, all eyes pon her

Short shorts ridin high, waist full of fire

She cuss with a lip, no apology

Rude gyal, mi love how yuh gwaan nasty

Pre-Chorus

You know say your style drive me crazy

No behave, gyal, you so brazy

Any man want test, she get shady

Mad wicked gyal run di party

Chorus

Mad wicked gyal bend it fa me

Oh she wild with it, got me spendin money

Body rude got that ting lookin lovely

Mad wicked, she nuh care, nah, she naughty

Post-Chorus

Oh la la la, oh la la la

Gyal mad wicked, oh la la la