Sweet to the Belly lyrics

by

Vybz Kartel


[Intro]
Up to di time (Timeless)
You know it's Kartel, dem gyal angel (Easily)
And mi seh Kartel only
You know di gyal dem fiending for wi only (Right away)
Up to di time, ha, ha, 'round to di hour
They ain't got girls like mine

[Chorus]
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Assassin, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli

[Verse 1]
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
When me force it inna her
Mek she fled from di bed
Go straight inna Don car (Mm, mm)
Under Guinness mi go fi har
Mek she feel like di something
Weh she have a nuh fi har
She seh (Mm, mm), "All is fair in love and war"
War angel lovin' may bring cut an scar, but (Mm, mm)
She love it anyways
She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna har
She seh (Mm, mm)
[Chorus]
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Marshon, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli

[Verse 2]
When she seh (Mm, mm)
Dat no mean she suckin
Have har inna mi bedroom
A straight c*cky bruckin' (Mm, mm)
Some all night wukin'
Gimme di chicken head dem
Mi deh yah fi di pluckin' (Mm, mm)
See Butler deh
No gyal cyaa duck him
No Antoinette, no Jackie
No Suzie, no Kim (Mm, mm)
Bedroom handcuffing
Force up di stuffing
Hear she puffing
[Chorus]
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Don, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli

[Verse 3]
Suh mi guh so (Mm, mm)
Good luck
If you nuh waan good buck
Gal gwaan go look a good suck (Mm, mm)
Make up from you hook mi friend up
Him tell me seh you cya f*ck (Mm, mm)
Roast duck
Cook fi please mi an cut mi win
'Cause a mi fuss bruk (Mm, mm)
Wake up, put on you clothes
Cah If mi wife ketch you
You get f*ck (Mm, mm)
[Chorus]
She seh (Mm, mm)
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Marchel, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli

[Verse 1]
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
When me force it inna her
Mek she fled from di bed
Go straight inna Don car (Mm, mm)
Under Guinness mi go fi har
Mek she feel like di something
Weh she have a nuh fi har
She seh (Mm, mm), "All is fair in love and war"
War angel lovin' may bring cut an scar, but (Mm, mm)
She love it anyways
She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna har
She seh (Mm, mm)

[Chorus]
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Assassin, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
She seh har man hood dead like Makavelli
Di gyal guh so (Mm, mm)
It sweet to di belly
Squeeze up di breast like jelly
Doh Shelly (Mm, mm)
She sing like Kelly
She no want no man nyam har like R. Kelly (Mm, mm)
Di gyal run weh Nelly
Seh if a no me or Don, a Ellie (Mm, mm)
So she call me pon di cellie
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