Fireboy DML CLAAT Lyrics, Fireboy DML ft Masicka CLAAT Lyrics
Turn it up
Ohh-na-na
Ohh-na-na
Ohh-na-na
Body curved like a Kalashnikov
Skip di long talk, Annabella, back it up
Her body con wake up my python
She wanna rom-pom-pom-pomp all night long
Now the club can’t contain us
And the energy’s contagious
Let me see your two hands all the way up
I go pay up, come entertain us
Bomboclaat!
Her body slim, but her pumpum fat
Her medicine when I put di ting back
Her body sing when I do it like that
Oya, waste no time, baby, shake it to the max
Finally, she go give your man chop
My darling, baby, jowo mailo
I never see biggy booty like that
Make a badman shout
Bomboclaat!
Na the whyne she dey whyne
Na the face she dey make
Bomboclaat!
Na the way she dey smile
Na the way she dey move
Bomboclaat!
I dey whyne, she dey whyne
Na my face she dey look
Bomboclaat!
Na the whyne she dey whyne
She dey craze, she dey cruise
Bomboclaat! Princess, that a weh you make me shout out
Gyal, you’re di baddest, enuh no doubt
Flick it high, and then you go low
Whyne your waist like a gogo
Big batty gyal, a whyne up that me love see
Baby, you fi live up in a luxury
Who that back a your girl, nuh must me
Gyal, a you have the gold, enuh trust me
Something happen every time when you touch me
Me a spend time with mi girl, don’t rush me
You are the beat a me heart, you must see
Your batty big, your pussy fat, come fuck me
Bomboclaat!
Her body slim, but her pumpum fat
Her medicine when I put di ting back
Her body sing when I do it like that
Oya, waste no time, baby, shake it to the max
Finally, she go give your man chop
My darling, baby, jowo mailo
I never see biggy booty like that
Make a badman shout
Bomboclaat!
Na the whyne she dey whyne
Na the face she dey make
Bomboclaat!
Na the way she dey smile
Na the way she dey move
Bomboclaat!
I dey whyne, she dey whyne
Na my face she dey look
Bomboclaat!
Na the whyne she dey whyne
She dey craze, she dey cruise
Whyne up fi mi, whyne up fi mi
No bother act shy, just gimme
Whyne up fi mi, whyne up fi mi
Big batty gyal, a line up fi mi
You tik it and you tok it, a di fire you a bring it
A-your number, me call every minute
Gyal, you bubble up hard with no limit
Yeah
