in har belly - aidonia ( workout riddim ) with lyrics - Video
PUBLISHED:  Aug 19, 2008
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aidonia

in har belly

workout riddim


Aidonia-In Har Belly-Work Out Riddim-Lyrics

Intro



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No get no numba

Wen u call me

Wen u horny

And waa cocky fi u punani

Call me

From u 2 p*u**yy jaw tight all night

Mek u ride on d tall pipe like a R bike

I can see me nuh hav forsight

I can see me nuh hav far sight



Verse 1



Pom pom fat

Body fit fi f**k

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 f**k

Gal fix it up

Me nuh quick fi bruk



Chorus*2



Me bruise up d p*u**yy 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 d bed

And wen she hold on pon d bed

She get d cocky an a beg

Naawww

She caa seh d body deady dead

Naaww

She caa seh d body deady dead



Verse 2



So gal just get in d bed

Cock it up

Start fi pose

And wen me let up d 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 of

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 d sheet pon d divan glass

Me no nyam p*u**yy like

Dryland sharks

Bakshot put u in pon d tile and walk

Caa smile and laugh



Chorus*2



Use me hand

And grip pon har shoulder

Wen she put hand over

Me start jook and stab

Pon d 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 d 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 d cocky

Wid d curving

Seh tek time

She a viirgin

Wen she come

Bring moisture like Jergin

She cant tek d full it turning

The lights in d room were dim



Chorus*2
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