In Har Belly Lyrics

[Intro:]
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No get no numba
Wen u call me

Wen u horny
And waa cocky fi u punanny
Call me

From u 2 p*ssy jaw tight all night
Mek u ride on di tall pipe like a R bike

I can see me nuh hav forsight
I can see me nuh hav far sight

[Verse 1:]
Pom pom fat
Body fit fi f*ck
U 2 breast dem stiff stiff up

Hop on pon me cocky like a biscuit truck
Pon u head balance pon hand
Wrist fi bruk

Gal a get wild an a flick flick up
Tun har back way
Left foot lift it up

U a go get a good f*ck
Gal fix it up
Me nuh quick fi bruk

[Chorus: x2]
Me bruise up di p*ssy jaw
Force it up
In har belly

Me hose me bruk
In har belly
Gal a baaawl

An a hold har belly
Put har pon har head
And mek she hol on pon di bed

And wen she hold on pon di bed
She get di cocky an a beg
Naawww

She caa seh di buddy deady dead
Naaww
She caa seh di buddy deady dead

[Verse 2:]
So gal just get in di bed
Cock it up
Start fi pose

And wen me let up di hose
U a go run lef u clothes
Grab u

Twist up u legs
And mek dem bandy and bow
And then me start fi throw

My cocky,
Wine pon it slow
U drop off

Slide on fast
Mek u ride an cough
Me wear out u hole like my bank clarks

Well charge up
A magnum I drank fast
She all a blow breeze

Like Ivan past
Put di sheet pon di divan glass
Me no nyam p*ssy like Dryland sharks
Bakshot put u in pon di tile and walk
Caa smile and laugh

[Chorus: x2]
Me bruise up di p*ssy jaw
Force it up
In har belly

Me hose me bruk
In har belly
Gal a baaawl

An a hold har belly
Put har pon har head
And mek she hold on pon di bed

And wen she hold on pon di bed
She get di cocky an a beg
Naawww

She caa seh di buddy deady dead
Naaww
She caa seh di buddy deady dead

[Verse 3:]
Use me hand
And grip pon har shoulder
Wen she put hand over

Me start jook and stab
Pon di pillow
She a look and grab

Shoes up
Me nuh barefoot and trod
My cocky more heavy
Than book and bag

Fingernail craab up me back and me neck
Cause them more sharper than di foot pon crab
She seh it burning

Tell her bout that
Me no concerning
Me no waa she seh me soft and learning

So me give har di cocky
Wid di curving
Seh tek time

She a viirgin
Wen she come

Bring moisture like Jergin
She can't tek di full it turning
The lights in di room were dim

[Chorus: x2]
Me bruise up di p*ssy jaw
Force it up
In har belly

Me hose me bruk
In har belly
Gal a baaawl

An a hold har belly
Put har pon har head
And mek she hold on pon di bed

And wen she hold on pon di bed
She get di cocky an a beg
Naawww

She caa seh di buddy deady dead
Naaww
She caa seh di buddy deady dead

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