Yeah

No way

Bolaryn in the mic

Me I fit your standard

You Dey high me like ganja

You drip pass water

When I go meet your mother

You Dey tickle my fancy

Make I treat you like candy

Licky licky likey tom Tom

Licky licky likey candy

How bout the juice

How about the sauce

I don’t want nothing to do with your friends so don’t even judge

I’m the admin

I’m in the group

Me I no want wahala abegi no fuck with the crew

How far with the mood

You sef you go likey to groove

You sabi the tune

Link up and I’m ready to move

Link up and I’m ready to do

Do what you’ve been wanting to do

Look up bitch I’m taller than you

Nice guy but I’m finna getting rude

Ayyy

Come to my place

Make I make I make you jaire

Keep it silent

Baby make I make you vibrate

Look at my face

Baby does it look like I’m playing

Fashi the rules rules bad man finna violate

(I’m like calm down calm down, like, I’m lost like, every girl in this place is just after me Why please why)

Me I fit your standard

You Dey high me like ganja

You drip pass water

When I go meet your mother

You Dey tickle my fancy

Make I treat you like candy

Licky licky likey tom Tom

Licky licky likey candy