Vybz Kartel and Massive B - Sweet to the Belly

Up 2 Di Time, Timeless
You know it's Kartel, dem gyal angel (easily)
A me say Corleone
You know di gyal dem fiending for we only (right away)
Up 2 Di Time
'Round to di hour
Butler, they ain't got girls like mine

Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Kelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Assassin a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man hood dead like Makavelli

Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
When me force it inna her
Mek she fled from di bed go straight inna Don car (mmh-hmm)
Under Guinness mi go fi her
Mek she feel like di something weh she have a nuh fi her
She say (mmh-hmm)
All is fair in love and war
War angel lovin' may bring cut and scar but (mmh-hmm)
She love it anyways
She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna her

She say (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Kelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Marshall a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man hood dead like Makavelli

When she say (mmh-hmm)
Dat no mean she suckin'
Have her inna mi bedroom a straight cocky bruckin' (mmh-hmm)
Some all-night wukin'
Gimme di chicken head dem, me deh yah fi di pluckin' (mmh-hmm)
See Butler deh, no gyal can't duck him
No Antoinette, no Jackie, no Suzie, no Kim (mmh-hmm)
Bedroom handcuffing
Force up di stuffing, hear she puffing

Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Kelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Don a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man hood dead like Makavelli

So me go suh (mmh-hmm)
Good luck if you no wan' good buck
Gyal, gwan go look a good suck (mmh-hmm)
Make-up, from you hook mi friend up
Him tell me seh you can't fuck (mmh-hmm)
Roast duck, cook fi please me and cut
Me win 'cause a mi fuss bruk (mmh-hmm)
Wake up, put on yuh clothes
Cah if mi wife ketch you, you get fuck

She say (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Kelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Marshall then a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man hood dead like Makavelli

Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
When me force it inna her
Mek she fled from di bed go straight inna Don car (mmh-hmm)
Under Guinness mi go fi her
Mek she feel like di something weh she have a nuh fi her
She say (mmh-hmm)
All is fair in love and war
War angel lovin' may bring cut and scar but (mmh-hmm)
She love it anyways
She love it when mi blaze up di fire inna her

She say (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Kelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Assassin a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man hood dead like Makavelli

Di gyal go suh (mmh-hmm)
It sweet to the belly
Squeeze up the breast like jelly, don't, Shelly?
(Mmh-hmm) she sing like Nelly
She nuh want no man nyam her like R. Kelly
(Mmh-hmm) the gyal run weh Nelly
Say if a no me or Don a Ele'
(Mmh-hmm) so she call me pon mi celly
She say her man

Written by:
Adidja Palmer, Daniel Lewis, Donovan Keith Bennett

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