Lyrics found by me, a fan, or copied from an unofficial website.
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Sound sample :
Yeah no badda gwarn like seh dis a joke business
Na na na na na na na watch the buyer cash fi flow
It’s a crazy December
Spend all night from dusk ‘till dawn
de man a booze while de woman them flirt
It’s a crazy December
It’s a crazy December
Spend all night from dusk ‘till dawn
Right through the year di man dem hustling hard
Dem looking after things an looking after dem yard
Children a ask fa things dem cannot afford
An everything you try fi do somebody a charge
Love it in de summer cah december it far
Man dem even afi pay di tax pan di car
You save a twenty pound don’t go an spend it a bar
Gyal a ask a money an you cya lend it her
All the money’s gone and now you telling them to satta
Pocket getting skinny while their pocket getting fatta
If you got no money then to them it doesn’t matta
Other people looking like they got money to scatta
Looking for a winning ticket inside of a cracker
Love to be so far away and come back looking blacker
Many turn to crime and panic when they see a copper
Your head hotter your shits blocked stop datta
It’s a crazy December like a psyco
If you are a big spender plenty dollar
Many things to surrender
Your head hotter
Your shits blocked stop datta
From now ‘till November whole heap
Many people on a bender bere sugar daddy
Got nothing to remember
Your head hotter
Your shits blocked stop datta
Everywhere you look de pitney gear in a stacca
Na na na na na na na
Getting very stink an cussing every shelf pacca
Rewind da one ya ‘cas it is a heavy tracka
Telly ita labba ana beg you fi spend
Ita holla fi you money driving you round di bend
Ita tell you ‘bout di fashion and the latest trend
When dem tek di money from you dem a smile and pretend
You no get the teletubbie pitney a barl
Dem no know seh money from sky no fall
Some man no even want to go a di mall
When you see dem stoppin outside a de shop ana stall
I man learn to go without the money just like jaka
From i used to live in florence in via baracca
I used to look for money telling people i’m a rapper
In december people looking money facendo la caccia
Looking for a winning ticket inside of a cracker
Love to be so far away and come back looking blacker
Many turn to crime and panic when they see a copper
Your head hotter your shits blocked stop datta
