Long string records, baby
You're a sick producer
Oh no
Oh no
Yeah, yeah
They call me Rude Boy
Yeah, yeah
Girl, I don't do it
Say not this, you wish
Don't they make me criss
Okay,
yeah
I know you got a man And I hope he has plans
Cause your body not popular demand Sweet Melanie
If you really got my fever Fire
Kulu Mai Ita Up Napa
Sake Mai Mita Yeah, yeah
Babala Gala Baby
If you really got my fever Fire
Kulu Mai Ita Up Napa
Sake Mai Mita Yeah, yeah
Babala Gala Baby
Baby girl is like a gun now
Nobody's hitting like a prostitute Baby,
that don't let me go
Cause if you leave I catch you cold,
cold,
cold Take it like it's so soon
Cause it's daily kick up,
it don't go But if I take it girl,
I want more
Baby, give me more
Mwanka wele yo Mwanka di bobo Mwanka
is a pointa di loya Mwanka di kwa jowo
Angelina,
sweet Melanina,
can't come deliver Whiskey,
Louis,
my Sunita,
your Mama Zeta
Liano,
Sandor,
no Saint Catalina Oh baby,
I'm getting jealous
You play with me like that Just move it like that
If you really got my fever Fire Kulu
Mai Ita Up Napa Sake Mai Mita Yeah,
yeah
Babala Gala Baby If you really got my fever
Fire Kulu Mai Ita Up Napa Sake Mai Mita Yeah,
yeah
Babala Gala Baby Baby girl is like a gun
now Nobody's hitting like a prostitute Baby,
that don't let me go
Mwanka wele yo Mwanka di bobo Mwanka
is a pointa di loya Mwanka di kwa jowo