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