Lyrics Bimpe (feat. Davido) - B-RED feat. DaVido

One love (miso fuyin)
Sh'oma do mi oh?
It's DaVido
B-Red lomo na
Real life
Ma-Magic Boi, ta-take it easy

There's no need to fear my darlin' (fear my darlin')
You know I got them dollars in the bank
But I love it when she push up on me
Girl, I'm workin' on my body, I go do push-ups for you, on the
Ibadi e lo kun, no go runaway ('o go runaway)
I say, I show my talent just to make her stay
If I no tell you "I love you" girl na lie (girl na lie)
Oh-yeah, oh woah-woah

Folake gan gan l'omo yen
Tinuke l'omo yen
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa Vouni, sho ma jo?
Folake gan gan l'omo yen (l'omo yen)
Tinuke l'omo yen (l'omo yen)
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa vouni sho ma jo?

Sun momi, my baby
Dakun, ma pami n'ewe oh
For your love, moti mu Alomo yo
Yodi, ka k'orin ma jo (Jesu)
If you give me your love
You know I no go jonze you
I no go jonze oh
I no go jonze oh
If you give me your love
You know I no go jonz you
I no go jonz oh
I no go jonz, on the

Ibadi e lo kun, no go runaway ('o go runaway)
I say, I show my talent just to make her stay
If I no tell you "I love you" girl na lie (girl na lie)
Oh-yeah, oh woah-woah

Folake gan gan l'omo yen
Tinuke l'omo yen
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa Vouni, sho ma jo?
Folake gan gan l'omo yen (l'omo yen)
Tinuke l'omo yen
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa vouni sho ma jo?

The way you act likes
The way you do that when I get home I'ma order you a Uber (Uber)
But, the way that she dey play that I'ma fuck you in a Maybach
Girl you're turnin', you're turnin' me on
I made this song so you can sing along with me
Filthy rich
Girl, you know you born to have my kid
Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton, Dior for my chick
'Cause I go dey spend, dey spend am dey go
I go dey live like I winnin' lotto for you
On you, on the (It's STG)

Ibadi e lo kun, no go runaway (runaway)
I say, I show my talent just to make her stay
If I no tell you "I love you" girl na lie (girl na lie)
Oh-yeah, oh woah-woah

Folake gan gan l'omo yen
Tinuke l'omo yen
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa Vouni, sho ma jo?
Folake gan gan l'omo yen (l'omo yen)
Tinuke l'omo yen
Aisha l'omo yen
Ah, Sa vouni sho ma jo?

Omo, you hot like spice (ooh-yeah)
Nobody fit to tell me
I no go fit up your price
Make wahala no go come your way
You give me love oh