Tekst Utworu

Yea yea yea yea yea yea She said You know my pants are mighty fitted And my hair long I like to dance and sing songs Boy Do you know where I'm from I'm from Lagos (I'm from Lagos) Girl you know I'd go Eternity long There's no telling you no That's just how it's goan' go You just letting me know Just what you'd do And you've got nothing to prove Eh What you know about Nicotine Getting twenties from Rico Shawty from Zim Oh She had a friend named Nicole She ain't wanna' let go She said quiet down that ego (What you know about) (What you know about that eh) How would you leave me on read I was getting comfortable Why would you twist my head When I thought You were giving me love for sure When I thought You were giving me love for sure How would you leave me on read I was getting comfortable Why would you twist my head When I thought You were giving me love for sure When I thought You were giving me love for sure See the shawties and brethrens Moving confident (Confident) Do you like the funk Tell me tell me do you like the funk South side (Eh) West side (Eh eh eh) Come over to this side (Eh eh eh) Now we on this side (Eh eh eh) Now we on this side We was taking shots Then we doing Limbo And we taking photos Still rocking polos Cause the homies gotta' do it for the gram though oh oh Eh Ehn And we no like popo cause' Small thing them go want show See Olopa eh Olopa eh yea (Stop the car) (Inner light) (Check the side) Small thing them go want show Shey you see olopa eh Oh oh oh oh oh Omo olopa eh (E say Check the car) E go want dey denge (Set the fire) (Touch the sky eh) Why would you leave me on read I was getting comfortable Why would you twist my head When I thought You were giving me love for sure When I thought You were giving me love for sure How would you leave me on read (Eh eh eh) I was getting comfortable (Eh eh eh) Why would you twist my head When I thought You were giving me love for sure When I thought You were giving me love for sure Moving so cold You know how it go Hommies screaming yolo Yea Come make I treat you tender You get to leave agenda Come put me for blender Omi Nakupenda
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