Komije Lyrics

Komije - Ycee

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Don't know

Vibes

Adey Lord

How you got a body like gbese

Turn around make me scream Jesu

Killing them all no mercy

I got the juice since the girls all thirsty

Say how you got a body like that

Me I wanna solve like maths

Swear down I fit spend my cash

With your body and face like oh my gosh

Wan komije bi Indomie

She give it to me till she injure me

Na many things she dey bring for me

No dey talk with your body make you sing for me

Wan komije bi Fried Rice

Shawty looking like she my type

With the pot for her back make a brother like Me I no dey cook I dey find spice

So I say Wan Komije Wan komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

I be like Pause Focus Wait Hollup

You know the club when we pop we show up

One mad jam now the price don dey go up

I'm still spitting them bars on the chorus

Chill.. Look at me.. Nigga

I ain't tryna be your number one Nigga

Still be taking that shot with liquor

Way up in the skies I'm a real top figure

You can feel the sauce when we flossing

Killing everything no abortion

Me I gat the girls dem blushing

Come against we you should take some precaution

Wan komije bi Indomie

She give it to me till she injure me

Na many things she dey bring for me

No dey talk with your body make you sing for me

Wan komije bi Fried Rice

Shawty looking like she my type

With the pot for her back make a brother like Me I no dey cook I dey find spice

So I say Wan Komije Wan komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Omo everybody confuse o

Dem wan know the thing wen we dey put o

I tell them no be juju we dey use

But your girl wanna gimme some juice o

Omo see the mami looking edible

So I tell her get into the vehicle

And you know the boy no dey (?)

Wan ti Komije turn I no dey belleful

If I see your babe I go chance you

Omo go in one Mo ti Cancel

So tell them its your boy Ycee and you know there ain't nobody that could do it like me

Wan komije bi Indomie

She give it to me till she injure

Na many things she dey bring for me

No dey talk with your body make you sing for me

Wan komije bi Fried Rice

Shawty looking like she my type

With the pot for her back make a brother like Me I no dey cook I dey find spice

So I say Wan Komije Wan komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije

Wan Komije Wan Komije