Femi Jaye - Atlanta Lyrics

Boys
Boys
Cause I make a gyal pull up
Hmmm
Boys
Yeah

I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
Like ooh nah nah
Yey
Like ooh nah nah
Yey

She come my way
Yeah
She come my way
Yeah (ooh)
My baby childish
Why you frowning
I like the lighting
My baby whine it

Mrs Havana
La Cucaracha
Pull on her dreadlocks
Like she a rasta
She putting no ice
In her Fanta
My baby childish
Like this Atlanta
Mrs Havana
La Cucaracha
I pull her dreadlocks
Now she a rasta
She putting no ice
In her Fanta
My baby childish
Like this Atlanta

I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
Like ooh nah nah (nah nah nah nah)
Yey (nah nah nah nah)
Like ooh nah nah (nah nah nah nah)
Yey (nah nah nah nah)

Baby girl need my love
Ooh
Baby girl from above
Ooh
She give me that someting
She me that loving
She give me that someting
That rumping and thumping
She come my way (come my way)
Yeah (come my way)
She come my way
Yeah (ooh)
My baby like it (boys)
She always vibzing (yeah)
She be the wifey (yeah yeah yeah)
De bumda spicy

Mrs Havana
La Cucaracha
Pull on her dreadlocks
Like she a rasta
She putting no ice
In her Fanta
My baby childish
Like this Atlanta
Mrs Havana
La Cucaracha
I pull her dreadlocks
Now she a rasta
She putting no ice
In her Fanta
My baby childish

I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
Like ooh nah nah (nah nah nah nah)
Yey (nah nah nah nah)
Like ooh nah nah (nah nah nah nah)
Yey (nah nah nah nah)

Cause I make a gyal pull up
Yeah
I make de gyal whine it whine it
I make de gyal whine it whine it
I make de gyal whine it whine it
Yeah