Sensation
I don't bang Jujs
Jujs bangs me
I'm gonna use these cigs
Next time you speak to your baby mum
Tell her, Tell her
I'm gonna be wayyy calmer on the phone
Wayyy Calmer
Hahahaha (We got Lebs on the beat)
Keem
See I no fiit lie
She dey cause demolition
For this situation
No competition
I be one man on a mission
In a congregation
No explanation
No relegation
Smoke too loud
Lower the pressure
Feel the sensation
On a vacation
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see another Bae
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see anotherrr
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Getty brother
Wey dey deny her she no be hin sista
On insta you getti raba
Cun dey dribble us Jayjay okocha
No be my power na this your backa
E dey remind me of Rebecca
She fine gaannn but you finer
You dribble me Jayjay okocha ahh ahh ahh
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see another bae
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see anotherrr
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Way you dey feel the sensation too scatter
You' dey move too the sound like oronma
If they tell you say keem too bad, No be lie
Sound wey go make you dey dance Shina Peters
To the left and right shaku shaku
They want to kill my sound, Dey don fumble
I dey on Gods grace like apostle
Tell me baby kilofe that cannot do
Everytime you dey shout, you dey ranju
But na my sound dey cause all the trouble
If them like make them be ten thousand
Them go fall, I go throw them to the jungle
For this life wey I dey so
Nobody fiit do me like console
Tell 'em say nobody come close
When I Dey make Una compose
Composure Lads
Composure!!
Keem
We got Lebs on the beat
Jujs bangs me
I'm gonna use these cigs
Next time you speak to your baby mum
Tell her, Tell her
I'm gonna be wayyy calmer on the phone
Wayyy Calmer
Hahahaha (We got Lebs on the beat)
Keem
See I no fiit lie
She dey cause demolition
For this situation
No competition
I be one man on a mission
In a congregation
No explanation
No relegation
Smoke too loud
Lower the pressure
Feel the sensation
On a vacation
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see another Bae
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see anotherrr
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Getty brother
Wey dey deny her she no be hin sista
On insta you getti raba
Cun dey dribble us Jayjay okocha
No be my power na this your backa
E dey remind me of Rebecca
She fine gaannn but you finer
You dribble me Jayjay okocha ahh ahh ahh
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see another bae
Wisdom man on the Highway
I wan make we dey dey
She say make I go away
She don see anotherrr
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Sensation dey burst amaka
She wan make I dey unbothered
She wan dey disturb their father, their father
Your mother
Way you dey feel the sensation too scatter
You' dey move too the sound like oronma
If they tell you say keem too bad, No be lie
Sound wey go make you dey dance Shina Peters
To the left and right shaku shaku
They want to kill my sound, Dey don fumble
I dey on Gods grace like apostle
Tell me baby kilofe that cannot do
Everytime you dey shout, you dey ranju
But na my sound dey cause all the trouble
If them like make them be ten thousand
Them go fall, I go throw them to the jungle
For this life wey I dey so
Nobody fiit do me like console
Tell 'em say nobody come close
When I Dey make Una compose
Composure Lads
Composure!!
Keem
We got Lebs on the beat
Credits
Writer(s): Success Shiyanbola
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