Lyrics

Len, I have a message for you, bro
See, you're—, you're actually like testing my patience, bro
When is the album coming? (Yes sir)
This kele, she brown and sunkissed (Hol' on)
She gotta be mine, she must be (Hol' on)
She licking my ear, and her tongue pierced (Hey)
She freaky, don't care we in public (Ah)
She freaky, I would never thunk it (Hey)
Hit her from the top like a drum kit (C'mon)
See gbedu, gbedu, gbedu (Hey, hey)
See gbedu, gbedu, gbedu (Uh-huh)
She special, and I wanna settle (Uh-huh)
She want me, meet me at the restroom (C'mon)
And your waist, e sweet, kolomental (Ah)
If I miss you, what's the issue? (Hol' on, what's the issue, what's the issue?)
When you twist and reverse, a rendezvous
Back I dey bend like a pistol (Back I dey bend like a—)
I'm on her back like a piston (I'm on her back like —)
Baby, no lie, I dey with you (I dey with you)
Turn up the fog, bae, turn up the volume (Arrg)
Fuck at the club and I fuck on the stage, I'ma give them gbese (Gbese, uh-huh)
Real badgyal, my type, she go pepper dem, muy caliente (Uh-huh)
Caught my eye, bae, let's go (Let's go)
I've been tryna be yours
This kele, she brown and sunkissed (Hol' on)
She gotta be mine, she must be (Hol' on)
She licking my ear, and her tongue pierced (Hey)
She freaky, don't care we in public (Ah)
She freaky, I would never thunk it (Hey)
Hit her from the top like a drum kit (C'mon)
See gbedu, gbedu, gbedu (Hey, hey)
See gbedu, gbedu, gbedu (Uh-huh)
Written by: Len, Victor Reagan
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