Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jay Spiike
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Spiike
Songwriter
Lyrics
Bad boy!
Girl you gbakamuishi
This kind of love e dey gbakamuishi
Girl you blow my mind
This kind of love e dey blow my mind
Oh no no no
Me I no fit take your love
For granted
Oh no no no no
I hope you feeling same way that
I\'m feeling for you baby
I hope you got me as I got you
Oh my bebebe ( oh my be be be )
Girl you bad like that
You sweet like sugar
And your pomo so creamy
That good girl from the block
She bougie
I think I\'m in love am foolish
Girl you ginger me ginger me
Ginger me ginger me
Ye ye ye
That kind thing wey you do me
I no fit understand
This kind load wey you carry
Don kill many men
Holy father please come down
And save your son
This ikebe go lead me
To early grave
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Yeye eh na you go kill me oh
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Yeye o na you go kill me oh
Everytime I\'m yawning
Yawning for you my baby
I want you for the night
In my life
Baby girl no lie
We\'ve been through so many shit
In the past
But I no that you still got my back
And I no that you\'ll be my wife
And I no that you\'ll be my bride
And I no that you go kill me oh
Oh my baby you take me trabaye
This kind of thing
Mioleshale for sure
For sure for sure
Other girls bad but you badder
Than them
Say you got no competition
Yeah say you got no competition
That kind thing wey you do me
I no fit understand
This kind load wey you carry
Don kill many men
Holy father please come down
And save your son
This ikebe go lead me
To early grave
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Yeye eh na you go kill me oh
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Something must to kill a man o
Yeye o na you go kill me oh
Everytime I\'m yawning
Yawning for you my baby
Girl you blow my mind
Written by: Jay Spiike