Gimme Love by OB Lyrics

You don dey my mind even before I come meet you

You go like chop that life wey I don plan you

All these boys no get joy, dem wan chop you

Me I go still chop, but I get manners for table

If no be you, why badman go dey love

You don do this one, if dem like make dem talk

Every little touch, every time, wey we walk

Relationship hard, but e sweet inside Porsche

Shey you remember that year

Wey pepper never rest, you no go vex ni

Nah sapa they hold man kneck

Now things don change, I'ma put you on a jet

Fly you to Seychelles

We go come back with triplets, Ha ha

Nah this kind life, dey sweet me

You overdose me, and you no even dey Mavin

Give me full love, no dey give me all this testing

This kind love rare, Olohun, Na Blessings