Call On Me

She tell me make I blow

Cause I be farmer she be hoe so
Where the story dey go

I cannot manage, am out standing
(On God)

Them dread my style so am not wearing
(No cap)

But we go still host the after party
So she go believe me when I put call she go lap me

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori
To your body

Baby, baby, baby, baby
Type of pretty girl I fit to call my lady
We could get laid, blow blunts and go carzy

She say maybe
Maybe, maybe, maybe
She fit to gree cause my jiggy all wavy

Am still standing, am outstanding
I managed to get the peoples attraction

My eyes don see alot
My shi- is hot and this ni- just ain't had enough
I just dey run the whole thing and I ain't never stop

But I need the spot
I finna glow
And you know u can't beat the odds

I fell in the category of HIS A FU- BOSS

Your girl get misplaced when in my spot
Babes full bullion truck

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori
To ur body

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori
To your body

I hope say you no go disappoint me
Amaka type of shit, my baby don't want me
Think say she be player
I dey buy clubs steady
Heavy heavy
Biggy biggy, am ready

I need your body close
Everytime, everywhere I dey go
We gas dey Shine shine as we show

But I cum dey tell u
No do me corny
I need you, and you think it's funny

Just say she carry goba
She come dey form, na wa kilode

As we dey try bust brain
Make we popori
Pop something
Liver is bleeding

Next time the monkey go say the money no dey
Na why em body frustrate

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori
To your body

Call on me
Call call call
Call on me
Call call on me
Make I totori
To to to
Totori
To your body



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