Lyrics

Hey yo waan supn weh fi hit in a yo belly don't Nothing like a cheese chicks in a yo belly don't Mi can give you a likkle tip fi yo belly don't You would a waan supn in a yo belly Quick in a yo belly Fast food meck yo belly grow Gin and salt good fi pain in a belly don't Mi know it hot when it twist in a yo belly don't You would a waan supn in a yo belly Quick in a yo belly Wiggle, wiggle, giggle, giggle Tougher than a steel lick yo That wi kill yo kill yo Bet yo seh mi meck two gyal sickle, sickle Stay deh thing mi a somebody fi yo ramp wid Mi disciplining yo likkle, likkle Bad girl slapper, slapper If a teacher beat yo tell yo mother, mother Mark mi work mi wi love you how proper, proper That's me Give you lot of food full yo belly Get fatter, fatter Hot, hot, hot a weh yo like Go pon the top a yo game you no fraid a height From you know Alka yo life nice Mi readability put yo in a place Put yo 3 step up in a life Bubble up yo body more Go deh mi gyal, da body yah nuh full up a sore Mi really carry yo from far gyal a that mi sure Mi carry you straight up a cloud nine gyal Seh you nuh go pon a tour
Writer(s): Inconnu Compositeur Auteur, Earlan Alistere Bartley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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