Fine girl, tell me who you came to see tonight?

Your small waist give me reasons why

I fit to fall for all your lies

Me nuh care for no man concern

For my lamba

Say she fall, fall for my lamba

Ịghọtago, no be dream, my oroma

This position fit to give you shiva

Show balance? You know you get talent o

No yawa, my rubber get endurance o

She no dey tire

Her body be too fire

Ọmalịcha, come and win your title

Fine girl for my centre

There’s no way you fit to tell me you single

She no dey tire

Her body be too fire

Ọmalịcha, come and win your title

So just bend am

We go make am fit, Cinderella

I go make you sing in a tenor o

Baby, move your hips like a tornado

Like a tornado

She don dey para for me

Oya, baby, wa jo fun mi

This my loving give you ecstasy

She fell in love with my lamba

With my lamba

Show balance? You know you get talent o

No yawa, my rubber get endurance o

She no dey tire

Her body be too fire

Ọmalịcha, come and win your title

Fine girl for my centre

There’s no way you fit to tell me you single

She no dey tire

Her body be too fire

Ọmalịcha, come and win your title

Show balance? You know you get talent o

No yawa, my rubber get endurance o

She no dey tire

Her body be too fire

Ọmalịcha, come and win your title