Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song In Her Belly , by - Aidonia. Release date: 25.05.2009
Song language: English
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 |