BADMAN BOUNCE

I go Calabar marry Ekaette

Iya, iya, oh-oh

Iya, iya, iya, oh-oh, oh-oh

Iya, iya, oh-oh, eh

For the setting, we dey give them like we're bulaba boys, we load

Seven rounds

For the bando, she dey rock am like a Pitakwa shima, she go

Twenty rounds

How many?

Seven rounds

We load, gunman sound

Twenty rounds, she rode

Badman bounce

For the setting, we dey give them like we're bulaba boys, we load

Seven rounds

For the bando, she dey rock am like a pitakwa shima, she go

Twenty rounds, oh

How many?

Seven rounds

We load, gunman sound

Twenty rounds, she rode

Badman bounce

I dey sorry for the man wey been pull up all alone

Wey been pull up all alone

Even if he carry gun, the opposition, many them go fill him body gan

What a pity, pull up and spray

Gunman down

Wene Mighty na the melody scheme

Na why she dey gimme her waist

Vibes machine, lash and dip

Onye akpana nwa agụ aka n'ọdụ e

Gu-Gu-Gu

Ana m agafe n'ụzọ, fine girls ne-ekwe n'isi, ey

I'm in love with Yoruba girl, her name na Yemisi, oh

Ah, biko nye m isi

Baby, nye m isi

Biko nye m isi oh

Girlie, nye m isi

What is love without you?

Uh, onye nke m

I no go lie, since we met

Money don come

Okwa manuchi owu

No body fit you

And you know I love you

No one but me and you

Girlie, oh

Ọ bụ gị na fine, fine, ọ bụ gị na

I go Calabar marry Ekaette

Iya, iya oh-oh

Iya, iya, iya, oh-oh, oh-oh

Iya, iya, oh-oh

Gu-Gu-Gu, ey

For the setting, we dey give them like bulaba boys, we load

Seven rounds

For the bando, she dey rock am like a Pitakwa shima, she go

Twenty rounds

How many?

Seven rounds

We load, gunman sound (Fire)

Twenty rounds, she rode

Spray, shoot

Badman bounce

How low?

How low can you go?

Ọmalịcha, buss it down, I get your antidote

E dey shake

Na the kind things I dey like

Free my shirt, baby girl, no be fight (Badman bounce)

I go doke

My penisula go poke

Your puna, ah, I go give you light strokes

Stupid boy, silly boys

Wan dey follow me drag

This na heavy gbedu, the type wey dey burst speaker

For the setting, we dey give them like bulaba boys, we load

Seven rounds

For the bando, she dey rock am like a Pitakwa shima, she go

Twenty rounds

How many?

Seven rounds

We load, gunman sound

Twenty rounds, she rode

Badman bounce

I dey sorry for the man wey been pull up all alone

Even if he carry gun, the opposition many them go fill him body gan

What a pity, pull up and spray

Gunman down

Wene Mighty na the melody skin

Na why she dey gimme her waist

Vibes machine, lash and dip

Gimme-gi-gimme her waist, o

She go make you plead her case, o (Gu-Gu-Gu)

E no dey show for face, o

So the popori dey on grace, o

Plead her case

Popori dey on grace, o

G-gimme your waist