Lyrics

Oh my baby Tropicana The way you move your body nice And you from Ghana If you be hoe, best believe that I'm a farmer Your body so nice, so nice, so nice It's the Show Dem Camp (Tropicana baby o, no ah na) If it's Spax then it's gotta be it Na you I want for the rainy day Baby no pusalagosomway You carry fine body, so no dey carry face o Someday, when all my hustling e don pay Spend am on you baby my everything Unto say you be my everything o Fly maami meets palm wine papi Forget DM slides, I don't have the time chappy Let's keep it on a level, it's a different hierarchy She a boss, I'm a king so I had to move sharply Tropicana, brown skin omo Ghana Guys dey try to yarn her, even babes Dey reason how to charm her She said she only want the real tho If it's not Show Dem, they should chill joor So I, I stepped up, we next up, The deep bond is what connects us We strong alone but when we flex up They can't yarn us anything, They can't address us walahi Oh my baby Tropicana The way you move your body Nice and you from Ghana If you be hoe, best believe that I'm a farmer Your body so nice, so nice, it's skin tight Oh my baby Tropicana The way you move your body nice And you from Ghana If you be hoe, best believe that I'm a farmer Your body so nice, so nice, it's skin tight Make you know, You dey do me something, Do me something, Do me something eh With your biggy something, Biggy something, Biggy something ye Girl I'm feeling something, Spiritual something, do me something ye You go kill person, kill person There's something about a black woman With the dimples and the perk and the behind I guess my mind buzzing like a beehive And I could think of 69 different Reasons why she should be mine So andele andele maami iya, Let's make a move Tropicana, she got the juice I got the gin, we fixing up to get loose Tell her, lose the top but keep the heels on boo She's an alte babe and you know I got the cruise for that When I missing the wink, We gon' sip on this drink Girl our bodies in sink, is that cool? I'm your uber tonight So hop on the ride, You get yours I get mine, nobody lose I'm talking grown folks bizz Got her legs open like the Jordan logo kid I mean if you a hoe at least you own your shit Next time you need somebody to scratch your itch holla Oh my baby Tropicana The way you move your body nice And you from Ghana If you be hoe, best believe that I'm a farmer Your body so nice, so nice, it's skin tight Oh my baby Tropicana The way you move your body nice And you from Ghana If you be hoe, best believe that I'm a farmer Your body so nice, so nice, it's skin tight Make you know, You dey do me something, Do me something, Do me something eh With your biggy something, Biggy something, Biggy something ye Girl I'm feeling something, Spiritual something, Do me something ye You go kill the person, kill the person, kill the person Tropicana baby o Tropicana baby baby o Tropicana eh Cana eh eh eh Cana eh eh
Writer(s): Olumide Ayeni, Akano Samuel, Wale Davies, Nnamdi Anya Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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