Tight Up Songtext
von Nadia Rose

Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up, tight up, tight up skirt


Hey you girl inna di tight up
Sittin′ tight up skirt, ya' batty can′t fit in
Hey you, girl you wanna know my name?
Love my hair and how I tie my ribbons
Pat my kitten, ripe on a... like I ripe on rhythm
Man overseas wan' fly, come Britain
You see di tight skirt, put it in an expert dish and
You see di tight skirt, oh that's light work
Day and that′s night work, sleep then I rise, work
Cheeks, the left and the right work
Kill ′em with it, inna my tight skirt, have to see a dietician
The way I kill 'em, tight skirt, come like ammunition
You see di tight skirt have to get recognition

Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up, tight up, tight up skirt


Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Ya′ batty too big, a cause for concern
Hey you, girl you better watch and learn
When I come once me can't return
Bad from born, the way I kill ′em with it now
They cannot respawn
The way di skirt tight, really it should have torn
Mm, a summer [?], a summer [?]
I'm a gwan so, that′s why they wan' know
'Nuff tight skirt inna my wardrobe
Call the police and the marshals
A next one just reach inna di parcel
Kill ′em with it, inna my tight skirt, have to see a dietician
The way I kill ′em, tight skirt, come like ammunition
You see di tight skirt have to get recognition

Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up, tight up, tight up skirt
Tight up, we gettin tight up

Oh, Jesus, someone call the seamstress
My skirt is too tight, I can't be alright
How am I still breathing?
Oh, I can′t believe this, the way that it's squeezin′
I enter the room, I don't say a word, I′m leaving, no speaking

Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt
Tight up skirt, tight-tight up skirt
Hey you girl inna di tight up skirt