Vybz Kartel - Couldn't lyrics

[Vybz Kartel - Couldn't lyrics]

Him a ill treat yuh
Every minute him beat yuh
Pon top of that, him is a freak weh a eat yuh
When him done him waan delete -
Hey, tell her say, me deh yaso
Tell her say, me deh yaso
We fuck inna the bush and call it Pegasus
The we fuck at Pegasus
How your pussy bush up so?

My style that that's it, atta girl
Do your thing slow whine marathon
You nuh wrong when you tell him
Don't fuck your bottom
Say, "Hey bwoy, bring that to your mom!"
Him a take set pon you
A raise war every minute
And a cuss like him a wear draws
I'll kill him if you inna the getaway car
Yo, a joke me a make

You couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
You couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Gyal a up inna your belly
Bang your head against the wall
If a down a river, me a fuck you pon a rock
Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general
Him a give you bun, so you get a cinnamon

Me tune into your curves
Everybody have someone a Earth
Every birth is a natural link to the past
Say you a second hand girl, not a ras
Whether pre-owned or is a
New car, anuh nothing
A the same thing to the Worl Boss
I fuck a bag of virgin from him
Was a virgin a go a class

Baby, you couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
You couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Gyal a up inna your belly
Bang your head against the wall
If a down a river, me a fuck you pon a rock
Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general
Him a give you bun, so you get a cinnamon

Him a ill treat yuh
Every minute him beat yuh
Pon top of that, him is a freak weh a eat yuh
When him done him waan delete -
Hey, tell her say, me deh yaso
Tell her say, me deh yaso
We fuck inna the bush and call it Pegasus
The we fuck at Pegasus
How your pussy bush up so?

My style that that's it, atta girl
Do your thing slow whine marathon
You nuh wrong when you tell him
Don't fuck your bottom
Say, "Hey bwoy, bring that to your mom!"
Him a take set pon you
A raise war every minute
And a cuss like him a wear draws
I'll kill him if you inna the getaway car
Yo, a joke me a make

You couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
You couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Couldn't make me love you
Couldn't make me love you so
Gyal a up inna your belly
Bang your head against the wall
If a down a river, me a fuck you pon a rock
Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general
Him a give you bun, so you get a cinnamon

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