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(Chorus)
Vessels of Water like no 
Other Mi Daughters 
Salt don’t alter,
Cool nah Fall-ter.
Even in the winter
When some scripture
Talk bout Bitter Lick,
Her Rum Burns 
The tongue 1 
Ra -ging Fire.


It is nothing new.
That a Wor-kin man 
Need Sat-is-fac-tion
In all H-im do.
This Includes the
Drink-in’ of brew.
And none a that ov-er 
Spice-d shit Yawl
Spe-w-from that,
Under table
Toil-et Doo-Doo.


So-listen don’-t 
Let there be  any
Disorder  over the 
Fire Water When 
We Done come,
Straight cross the 
Bor-der To see 
Daughter With the 
Dark flavor bottle
Keep Her shape longer.


Round table 
Dance pachata
Hit  piñatas  
Like  bullets
From our revolvers,
Like gunman do.
So don’t let You 
Be the tops
Fingers Trigger-ed are
Force to un-screw.
O-ver..
( Chorus)
Vessels of 
Wa-ter like no 
O-th-er My
Daugh-ters 
Salt don’t 
A-lter,
Cool nah 
Fall-ter.


E-ven in the
Win-ter,
When Pre
Dic -tions call for 
Bi-tter-er wint’Her 
Rum Burns, 
Go down 1
Ra-ging Fire.