Gms ft. Dr Karmma Lyrics

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

And shekpe Ok

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

Are you there

Mama bimbo

2 Plate of pepper soup

Plenty goat meat inside

I like it thick like your daughter

A fine young lady

I see she gets it from.her mother

No father figure in her life

That's why she calls me dada

But who am I to judge

I got my own issues

I give her what she wants

She gives me what I need

I come by every Monday at dinner time

And if you ask me what I'm doing ama say

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

And shekpe Ok

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

Are you there

Aunty chioma

I'm not that little boy bo more

I'm a grown man

But I miss our child's play

Daddy and mummy  under the blanket chilling

The Zoe Kravitz look had my head all spinny

She made my dark knight rise

And if course

Next time she would have dinner ready for me

But while she preparing dinner

I will order some food

Make her dish me a plate

And Tell her baby I'm good

Toxic

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe

I dey my hood

No call my line

I dey chow goat meat and shekpe