Lyrics: Jonathan Henry
Music: Jonathan Henry
Fine girl, sweet shape and she's all petite
Lagos babe and she like to dey talk dirty
So we linked, spent time (hmmm) like weekly
Got close and she let me in on her secret
She get man and he too like to dey hit am
But she no fit leave (why?) Na the guy dey feed am
I don talk tire but she no ready to leave am
She dey chop him money so she no really dey feel am
She no wan work, she just want to dey flex
The pain for the gain, that's all that she said
We know life hard, but she dey so desperate for shortcut
She dey roll with drug lords now she wan become one
Sold herself for cheap clothes, bags, them heels, phones and bags of weed smoked
I don tell am say this life you dey live choke
And the lifestyle you dey try dey kill souls
Money don dey blind am, so she come dey talk say I dey cap
I just close mouth and I fashi the matter
She no wan dey hear, make she drive herself insane
Years passed, (hmmm) me I no forget the babe
Took my phone and I talk say make I call her line
Her bro picked, I no know wetin to say but "hi, this is Nate and I wan speak to your sis my guy"
I broke down when he tell me say him sis don die
****!