Naturally
Alexandra, wan fi ramp rough
Wait 'til mi pull up, wid mi baton and mi handcuff
It's like yuh own da body that mek mi go bankrupt, bankrupt
Gyal mi half sick we were long long and tough
Bad gyal
Who do you think you are?
Walking like you own this bar
Never seen you 'round my yard
Cocky attitude, but I like it
Wrap my legs all around his arms
He played my body like a guitar
Dutty dancing all night long
Put the pedal to the medal, baby drive it
I need a big ting, I like it rough
I need a soldier, who can hang tuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
See I'm a rude gyal, I need a lover
Triple nine, pull out di handcuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Ha
Gyal yuh know I am twice your age
Yet still you never 'fraid to engage
People ah go try to upstage
Say this with love and no rage
Gyal you are my queen, young, nineteen (yeah)
Contact lens, eyes pretty, light green
Long-time mi wan' serve you this ice-cream
From mi see yuh pon mi iPhone, pon the live stream
Whenever mi pull up, mi ah go drive right in
Any weh mi hold yuh body, ah turn inna crime scene
Ambulance pull up, fire truck siren
Now yuh know mi badda than a Jackie Chan fight scene
I need a big ting, I like it rough
I need a soldier, who can hang tuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
See I'm a rude gyal, I need a lover
Triple nine, pull out di handcuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money
Usually, they ain't fooling me
I don't let any dude get to pull on me (push it pon me)
Usually, they ain't fooling me
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Wait 'til mi pull up, wid mi baton and mi handcuff
It's like yuh own da body that mek mi go bankrupt, bankrupt
Gyal mi half sick we were long long and tough
Bad gyal
Who do you think you are?
Walking like you own this bar
Never seen you 'round my yard
Cocky attitude, but I like it
Wrap my legs all around his arms
He played my body like a guitar
Dutty dancing all night long
Put the pedal to the medal, baby drive it
I need a big ting, I like it rough
I need a soldier, who can hang tuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
See I'm a rude gyal, I need a lover
Triple nine, pull out di handcuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Ha
Gyal yuh know I am twice your age
Yet still you never 'fraid to engage
People ah go try to upstage
Say this with love and no rage
Gyal you are my queen, young, nineteen (yeah)
Contact lens, eyes pretty, light green
Long-time mi wan' serve you this ice-cream
From mi see yuh pon mi iPhone, pon the live stream
Whenever mi pull up, mi ah go drive right in
Any weh mi hold yuh body, ah turn inna crime scene
Ambulance pull up, fire truck siren
Now yuh know mi badda than a Jackie Chan fight scene
I need a big ting, I like it rough
I need a soldier, who can hang tuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
See I'm a rude gyal, I need a lover
Triple nine, pull out di handcuff
I need a shooter, proper gangsta
Lock me down mister officer
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money (spend your money)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I like the pressure, push it, push it pon me
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
Naturally (yeah, na-na)
I've got the treasure
Mek yuh spend your money
Usually, they ain't fooling me
I don't let any dude get to pull on me (push it pon me)
Usually, they ain't fooling me
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Need a Mister Mechanic, that can work my body
Credits
Writer(s): Rick Bowles, Donald Ewing Ii
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