A song made by Juliet
A song made by Juliet
E choke!
My oga don arrive
The baddest!
My boyfriend na the realest guy for town oh
Every time he enter anywhere e dey shut down
No competition, nobody fit to wear him crown
Omo see levels, see the way he dey hold me down
All these other guys them dey form for Instagram
But my baby na original, he no need to pretend
When he pull up for the function everybody go stan'
E be like say na celebrity don enter for the land
My baby na boss, e choke!
Nobody dey do am like you, on God!
My baby na boss, wahala!
From Lagos to Abuja you dey scatter!
My baby na boss, e choke!
Nobody dey do am like you, on God!
My baby na boss, the baddest!
You too fine, you too fresh, you too classic!
The way you dey treat me make me feel like a queen oh
You get the vibes, you get the swag, you too clean oh
Make I tell you something wey be true, no cap
You be the finest thing wey don happen to me, no trap
Your smile dey make my heart dey do gidigin-gidigin
Your love dey sweet me pass jollof rice and chicken
When you hold me close omo I no fit explain am
You be blessing, you be gift, I go forever claim am
My baby na boss, e choke!
Nobody dey do am like you, on God!
My baby na boss, wahala!
From Lagos to Abuja you dey scatter!
My baby na boss, e choke!
Nobody dey do am like you, on God!
My baby na boss, the baddest!
You too fine, you too fresh, you too classic!
My baby!
No competition oh!
E don do!