John Blaq Mbimala Lyrics, Mbimala Lyrics by John Blaq
Oh my God, Bomba made my beat
Aya baasi
Baby wait a minute
Osibuka wa, oviira ku mutala ki?
Akwagala alina kukola ki?
Mpanise tokookinga magazine
Oh yeah
Cha
Ŋgamba oba oyagala mmotoka
Oba oyagala mmale kukaaba
Ayagala embaga ngikolere mu Japan
Ayambala biriko
Ono ayambala biduuka nuh
Tayambala Owino tayagala biva China
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimalanga
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimala
Ebyo mbimala
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Obwo mbumalanga, aah hah
Konsanze nga baby era
Omukwano gwo gummeketa, aah hah
Obudde bwa njala bwa kyeya
Omukwano gwo gungaaya
Njagala nkuggule, nkuggale
Enzigi z’omutima gwo tuziggule
Nziggale, nziggule
Kiri gyoli okumpa engule
Baby dance for me if you can ’cause
Bw’ogaana nfuna black clot
Your love is the main course
I need you like a melody
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimalanga
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimala
Ebyo mbimala
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Obwo mbumalanga
Ŋgamba oba oyagala mmotoka
Oba oyagala mmale kukaaba
Ayagala embaga ngikolere mu Japan
Ayambala biriko ono ayambala biduuka nuh
Tayambala Owino tayagala biva China
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimalanga
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimala
Ebyo mbimala
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Obwo mbumalanga
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimalanga
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Ebyo mbimalanga
Ebyo mbimala
Ebyo mbimala
Dollar, amafaranga baby
Obwo mbumalanga
Ebyo mbimala, Bomba made my beat
Ŋgamba oba oyagala mmotoka
Oba oyagala mmale kukaaba
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Written by; John Blaq
John Blaq Mbimala Lyrics English Translation
Oh my God, Bomba made my beat
Aya bass
Baby wait a minute
Remember, from what lamp?
What does a lover have to do?
Please save the magazine
Oh yeah
Mr. Cha
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds – d’oh!
Or if you want to cry
He loves to party in Japan
They wear it
Ono dresses up and gets up
We are wearing Owino tigala biva China
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s all there is to it
That’s all there is to it
Dollar, baby money
That’s it, aah hah
I agree as a baby era
Your friendship is hard, aah hah
Hunger strikes
Your friendship is rich
I want to buy you, to buy you
Let us open the doors of your heart
I’ll buy it, I’ll buy it
Kiri gyoli okumpa engule
Baby dance for me if you can ’cause
By the way I want a black clot
Your love is the main course
I need you like a melody
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s all there is to it
That’s all there is to it
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds – d’oh!
Or if you want to cry
He loves to party in Japan
The clothes are on and the clothes are on
We are wearing Owino tigala biva China
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s all there is to it
That’s all there is to it
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s all there is to it
That’s all there is to it
Dollar, baby money
That’s the decent thing to do, and it should end there
That’s it, Bomba made my beat
Talk about rubbing salt in my wounds – d’oh!
Or if you want to cry
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