(Verse 1)
Gyal yo supn fat like seh is a grenade
Wine and go down an meck mi beg yuh fi behave
Gyal yuh a the fattest thing mi ever si inna mi days
Seh no bag a man no talk inna mi ears
Cyaa balance paw yo head an turn the dance inna slave
Roll and go round and meck the rasta man shave
Gyal yuh a the queen a the crap
Come sit down inna mi lap
Meck mi deal wid yo like man inna the cave
(Chorus)
Gyal yuh a wining machine
Wining machine
Gyal come wine the machine
Gyal come shine the machine
Gyal yuh a wining machine
Wining machine
Gyal come wine the machine
Gyal come shine the machine
(Verse 2)
Seh shi wine to the top, and then shi wine to the floor
Shi wi wine fi the rich, and shi wi wine fi the poor
Shi wine likkle more, and then shi wine some more
Shi wi wine pon the sea, and shi win wine pon the shore
Shi wi wine fi the fan, and shi wi wine pon the bridge
Shi wine fi the fridge, not a raw shi no give
Balance pon are head, dutty up the lace wig
Any gyal run out yo know dem a get frig
(Repeat Chorus)
(Repeat Verse 1)
(Repeat Chorus 2X)
