My Chest

Ah ah
Baby!
Wicked!
Baby, ah

Nobody makes me feel how you make feel and my
Baby no be murderer and my baby dress to kill, ahn
Girl e dey sweet me, sweet me
Please don't stop ah ah ah
Me I like bo shense
Omo carry go baby no seke
Ah me no vex
Wanna be more than friends
Make I hold your hands
Make you hold my hands
Ah ah ah ah, baby no vex
Wanna be more than friends
Make I rub your chest
Make you rub my chest, eiaa a

I want you make you come through
It's not easy what I go through
Till I wan sure that I gat you and I dey gba gba gba, girl for you
Every man craze when you waka
Girl I dey wait for your answer
I want you make you come through baby come come come
Me no go hurt you
See your body dey sweet me, come dey my life make e heal me
If you no dey e go kill me
And i f I kpai, you're guilty

Ah me no vex, wanna be more than friends
Make I hold your hands, make you hold my hands
Ah ah ah ah, baby no vex
Wanna be more than friends
Make I rub your chest
Make you rub my chest

Girl, where you dey
Na there I dey, even if na lagos, your money go pay
The feeling is special it's making me craze
Girl, I want your loving every night and day
Yeyeye, ayy, baby I no deceive oh
Baby I'm a good good loving you
Go steady receive oh
Oh baby, one thing I know for sure
My love go dey for sure
You'd ever find me wanting
Baby ko s'eni kan

'Cause your body dey sweet me
Come dey my life make e heal me
If you no dey e go kill me
And if I kpai, you're guilty

Ah me no vex, oh, wanna be more than friends
Make I hold your hands
Make you hold my hands
Ah ah ah ah, baby no vex, wanna be more than friends
Make I rub your chest
Make you rub my chest, eiaa a

Wicked!



Credits
Writer(s): Abraham Bidemi Talabi, Terry Daniel Akewe
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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