Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Wizkid
Vocals
Skillibeng
Vocals
Shenseea
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ayodeji Ibrahim Balogun
Songwriter
CHINSEA LEE
Songwriter
Emwah Warmington
Songwriter
Marco Bernardis
Songwriter
Richard Olowaranti Mbu Isong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dale Becker
Mastering Engineer
Noah McCorkle
Assistant Engineer
P2J
Producer
Leandro Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Sam Harper
Engineer
Hayden Duncan
Assistant Engineer
Patrick Gardner
Assistant Engineer
Liam James Hidalgo
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Bomboclaat
Yo Creep
Me will shot ah head off
Me matic them broad and the choppa them tall
Somebody drop ah dead dog
A real gunshot, ah never clappers them dog
Make the warhead, I make a head shell off
Diss king Digg, another man ah dead dog
No safety me make the trigger press dog
Head shell anywhere, me killer them walk
Loving on your dress tonight (ooh, mm)
I dey in love with your sexiness (yeah, mm)
Mm, loving on that perky breast (oh, oh)
Don't deny what you feel tonight (oh, oh)
Say it's a gangster party, you're my gangster girl (Woah, oh)
And we fit end up for your place tonight (yo, oh)
Many talk no dey full basket (mm-hmm)
And I go fuck you 'til the morning time, oh, I-
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Gimme di ting, I going down, down, down like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I need somebody that will blow my mind
Make we jupa jupa, girl, your loving
No long talk with the sex, I feel good
When e dey long, baby girl, I choose you
24 days we dey fuck with no brakes, like, mm-mm-mm
Mi nuh inna no long talk
Come make me put it pon ya
Wet, wet, wet, slip it and slide
Set, set, set, grip it up tight
Mi nuh inna no long talk
Come make me put it pon ya
Wet, wet, wet, slip it and slide
Set, set, set, grip it up tight
Me will shot ah head off
Me matic them broad and the choppa them tall
Somebody drop ah dead dog
A real gunshot, ah never clappers them dog
Make the warhead, I make a head shell off
Diss king Digg, another man ah dead dog
No safety me make the trigger press dog
Head shell anywhere, me killer them walk
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm, round one, then I-
Mm, mm, mm, mm, mm
Round two, inna the stress tonight
Rip it off to the draws, inna flesh tonight
Real don to the dada, gangsta ting fi life
No stressing
Don't put my heart on my sleeve, never stress him
I put my hands on the G like corrections
I can't be falling for these niggas, it's a lesson
No, no, no, no, no, no, no
Give me the ting, I going down, down, down like
Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, woah
I need somebody that will blow my mind
Make we jupa jupa, girl, your loving
No long talk with the sex, I feel good
When e dey long, baby girl, I choose you
24 days we dey fuck with no brakes, like, mm-mm-mm
Me will shot ah head off
Me matic them broad and the choppa them tall
Somebody drop ah dead dog
A real gunshot, ah never clappers them dog
Make the warhead, I make a head shell off
Diss king Digg, another man ah dead dog
No safety me make the trigger press dog
Head shell anywhere, me killer them walk
Mi nuh inna no long talk
Come make me put it pon ya
Wet, wet, wet, slip it and slide
Set, set, set, grip it up tight
Mi nuh inna no long talk
Come make me put it pon ya
Wet, wet, wet, slip it and slide
Set, set, set, grip it up tight
Writer(s): Emwah Ryan Warmington, Grace Pasheba Redway, Ibrahim Ayodeji Balogun, John I Djamali Kevin James, Simon David Plummer, Aleicia Nicole Gibson, Chinsea Linda Lee, Donny Flores, Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, London Tyler Holmes
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