Sweet To The Belly - VYBZ Kartel

Di gal go so

It sweet to di belly

Squeeze up di breas like jelly

Don’t Shelly

She sing like Kelly

She no want no man nyam her like R Kelly

Di gal run weh Nelly

Seh if a no me or Assassin a Ele

She call me pon di cellie

She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli

Di gal go so

When me fore it inna her

Mek she flee from di bed

Go straight a Don car

Under Guinness mi go fi her

Mek she feel like di something

Weh she have a nuh fi her

She seh

All is fair in love and war

War angel lovin may bring cut & scar but

She love it anyways

She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna her

She seh

When she seh

Dat no mean she suckin

Have har inna mi bedroom

A straight cocky bruckin

Some all night wukin

Gimme di chicken head dem

Mi deh yah fi di pluckin

See Butler deh

No gal can’t duck him

No Antoinette no Jackie

No Suzie no Kim

Bedroom handcuffing

Force up di stuffing

Hear she puffing

Good luck if you

No want good wuck

Gal gwaan go look a good suck

Make up from you hook mi friend up

Him tell me seh you can’t fuck

Roast duck

Cook fi please mi & cut mi win

Cause a mi fuss

Bruk wake up

Put on you clothes

Caw If mi wife ketch you

You get fuck

She seh