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Inna Yuh Belly lyrics with English Translations
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 p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy 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 p**sy fat, me would a feel up you Anyhow! Me waan know, a how your p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy tight so) Inna your belly me gone, woii Inna your belly me gone
Gyallis a no peace treaty Bring your p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy 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 p**sy fat, me would a feel up you Anyhow! Me waan know, a how your p**sy 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 f**k gyal inna uniform, woii Inna your belly me gone Trudy a seh she love Unruly man So, come yah no Trudy-Ann (Your p**sy tight so) Inna your belly me gone, woii Inna your belly me gone
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