Fine Boy

No worry ... No Worry... Na that Ba…

Na you be the reason why we di halla
 Girl you di hot the place is on fire
 Mister DJ this song I desire
Baby girl I like the way you go down
Into the hall, pull up the waist
Set you body girl you kno di dance
Give it to me eyes
 Girl I di craze oh, do you see the look up in my face oh
 Hands up, up in the sky
Girl i wanna give thanks for mi life
 Take it slow, cause me I no di fight
 Baby girl I see the way you go down

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 Fine boy, no money
 Go home, no worry
Bring the girl, with nobody
 Baby girl I see the way you go down
Fine boy, no money
Go home, no worry
Bring the girl, with nobody
 Baby girl I like the way you go down
Fatty fatty mama, u know well
Fatty fatty mama, u know well
 Pretty little mama u know well
Baby girl I like the way you go down

You, you make the other girls look funny
Spend my money
 Call me bread and honey
 I no be fine boy no money
Show me the way
 Girl you di make me horny
A little bit of this, a little bit of that
 Girl you know I see the way you go down

Bamenda boy, they ‘re calling me the papa
Sweat your body, baby I am the cleaner
 Sexy lady come show me your visa
You know I like the way you go down

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You wanna give me girl, Bring it today
Wanna show me girl, bring it today
 I’m about to take it all girl today,
God, Damn. This girl will kill me no way
Talk to back, na only me di talk
Other guys them jealous because them are not
Just like the leaf you make me go high
 Baby girl I like the way you go down

Bamenda boy, the calling me the papa
Sweat your body, baby I am the cleaner
 Sexy lady come me show me your visa
You know I like the way you go down

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