Vybz Kartel - Couldn't lyrics

[Brdge] Him a ill treat you Every minute him beat you Pon top of that, him is a freak weh a eat you When him done him waan delete - Hey, tell her say, mi deh yah so Tell her say, mi deh yah so We f** inna the bush and call it Pegasus The we f** at Pegasus, how your p**y bush up so? [Verse 1] My style that That's it, atta girl Do your thing slow whine marathon You nuh wrong when you tell him, don't f** 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 k** him if you inna the getaway car Yo, a joke mi a make [Chorus] 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 f** you pon a rock Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general Him a gi' you bun, so you get a cinnamon [Verse 2] Mi 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 f** a bag of virgin from him was a virgin a go a cla** [Chorus] 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 f** you pon a rock Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general Him a gi' you bun, so you get a cinnamon [Brdge] Him a ill treat you Every minute him beat you Pon top of that, him is a freak weh a eat you When him done him waan delete - Hey, tell her say, mi deh yah so Tell her say, mi deh yah so We f** inna the bush and call it Pegasus The we f** at Pegasus, how your p**y bush up so? [Verse 1] My style that That's it, atta girl Do your thing slow whine marathon You nuh wrong when you tell him, don't f** 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 k** him if you inna the getaway car Yo, a joke mi a make [Chorus] 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 f** you pon a rock Him anuh nobody, Addi a the general Him a gi' you bun, so you get a cinnamon