Popcaan - Inna Yuh Belly

She waan fi come over me yard
Me tell straight
Say fi don't wear draws, 'cause a bedroom war

Gyallis a no peace treaty
Bring your pussy come, make me ill-treat it
Unruly no eat sweetie
Open your legs neatly

Gyal!
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone
And me no fuck gyal inna uniform, woii
Inna your belly me gone
Trudy a seh she love Unruly man
So, come yah no Trudy-Ann
(Your pussy tight so)
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone

Hey, gyal me seh
Open your legs like computer
Da whine deh mek me come faster
Cho bomboclaat, what a gyal bad massa
Me find the church, call pastor
Me haffi married her, 'cause she a buddy master
Me ready fi gi' her a daughter
She waan fi do other things
Waan cause a disaster
Unruly no tek brawta

Gyal!
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone
And me no fuck gyal inna uniform, woii
Inna your belly me gone
Trudy a seh she love Unruly man
So, come yah no Trudy-Ann
(Your pussy tight so)
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone

Yo, Zaga!
Gyal see we and bubble, bubble
Waan bring her friend dem, that a double trouble
Jordan, rev her out like the VW
If your pussy fat, me would a feel up you
Anyhow!
Me waan know, a how your pussy so tight?
You grip me like when we deh 'pon the bike
Drive and pick me up, like a satellite
But all weh a gwaan, a your friend me like

So
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone
And me no fuck gyal inna uniform, woii
Inna your belly me gone
Trudy a seh she love Unruly man
So, come yah no Trudy-Ann
(Your pussy tight so)
Inna your belly me gone, woii
Inna your belly me gone

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