Lyrics In Her Belly - Aidonia

In Her Belly

No get no numba
Wen u call me
Wen u horny
And waa cocky fi u punanny
Call me
From u 2 pussy 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
Pom pom fat
Body fit fi fuck
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 fuck
Gal fix it up
Me nuh quick fi bruk
Me bruise up di pussy 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
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 pussy like
Dryland sharks
Bakshot put u in pon di tile and walk
Caa smile and laugh
Me bruise up di pussy 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
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
Me bruise up di pussy 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