Lyrics

Chris A It's your one take Napoleono Look at ya girl Make I locate See your waist wey dey jirate Orijo no be pirate And she too hot for the climate Bend your low waist Lil mama bend your low waist Shey you want sip rosé Party all night Aye Kaye You really ain't gotta do too much girl Little make up cute in the cut girl Physique sweet like a fresh peach Emoji avalanche when you text me Slid through quick gave you the green light Finally we bout to feel what it feel like Skin right both of us getting chills right We both in the wrong but we still might Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much When me and you touch Babygirl we did too much I don't be trying to gas you but Be feeling like I wanna wife u up yea Telling me you wan my love Babygirl you wind me up Telling me to tie you up Babygirl you kinky huh? What's love got to do with it? Got to do with it Know for a fact that ya man Won't be cool with this We knew better than to ever fool this But it would suck for us to ruin this Gotta to deal with it Tried to walk away and you blew a kiss I'm just hooked to ya ways you move my milk Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much Make I locate See your waist wey dey jirate Orijo no be pirate And she too hot for the climate Bend your low waist Lil mama bend your low waist Shey you want sip rosé Party all night Aye Kaye She's an undercover freak under the cover skully king Mcgilly cutty gorilla cutta from Calcutta Cut her, she wanna fuck and then cuddle Word to mudda both slid like butter but I Double up on her bubble here come another Murderous sex game serve her like Dus Dus Tigress She my secret lover Isis not one man can dub her Like Shabba even on her rag go ragga The Don Gorgon hit it up then we gone Like Commando she got no drawers on Love quicky but sometimes we go long long And she came my way like in Zimbabwe Call me Simba slide like the sim card same way Hey babe we can sex in the benzo Sexual innuendo breast against the window Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much Oh it always seem to go When you don't know what you got Till it's gone Odoyewu you be too much You be too much
Writer(s): Bernard Weinman, Lee Rosenberg Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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