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Oga Ifayi of Bboons

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[male

vocals] (

Oya,

clear

road!) (

Ehen,

make

una

hear

am)

Oga

Ifayi,

the

man

with

the

vision

Bboons

Hotel,

we

talking

pure

prestige (

See

gobe!)

Oga

Ifayi,

the

boss

of

the

show

When

e

walk

in

the

room,

all

the

lights

start

to

glow

Handsome

like

a

king,

standing

tall

and

so

fine

Managing

Bboons,

everything

dey

align

But

no

dulling,

no

nonsense

when

you

cross

the

line

Bad

customer

dey

play?

E

go

pay

for

the

crime

Oga

Ifayi,

the

lion

of

Bboons

Running

the

space

from

the

nights

to

the

noons

If

you

do

anyhow,

you

go

collect

your

share

He

no

dey

fear,

he

no

dey

for

the

prayer

Oga

Ifayi,

the

boss,

the

standard,

the

king

With

the

ginger

of

the

rhythm,

see

the

way

we

dey

sing

Respect

for

the

man

who

dey

lead

with

the

might

Keeping

the

Bboons

hotel

shining

so

bright

But

don't

try

to

test

him,

don't

try

to

be

wild

He

settle

the

wahala

like

he

just

a

small

child

If

you

come

with

your

drama,

you

go

meet

your

match

Oga

Ifayi

handle

issues,

you

go

see

the

dispatch

Oga

Ifayi,

the

lion

of

Bboons

Running

the

space

from

the

nights

to

the

noons

If

you

do

anyhow,

you

go

collect

your

share

He

no

dey

fear,

he

no

dey

for

the

prayer

Oga

Ifayi,

the

boss,

the

standard,

the

king

With

the

ginger

of

the

rhythm,

see

the

way

we

dey

sing (

Shey

you

dey

whine

me?)

Bboons

Hotel,

the

place

to

be,

yeah

Oga

Ifayi,

the

man

wey

we

see,

yeah

From

the

lobby

to

the

suite,

top

class

only

No

space

for

the

messy,

no

space

for

the

lonely

Oga

Ifayi,

the

lion

of

Bboons

Running

the

space

from

the

nights

to

the

noons

If

you

do

anyhow,

you

go

collect

your

share

He

no

dey

fear,

he

no

dey

for

the

prayer

Oga

Ifayi,

the

boss,

the

standard,

the

king

With

the

ginger

of

the

rhythm,

see

the

way

we

dey

sing (

E

choke!)

Bboons

Hotel,

Oga

Ifayi

at

the

helm (

No

dulling!)

King

of

the

castle,

king

of

the

realm (

Mo

gbe!)

We

out!

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