Love Riddim ft. Sugarboy Lyrics

Yeh, Sugarboy pon the riddim

Dat kind thing na

Yeh

E come belike say I Dey craze I don manya for your love o

This thing don gat me involve o Ay

Body way she carry, that figure 8 shape dey cause emergency

Uptown to sun down, when the hit drop it’s a banger ay

Once in a while I dey come shebi you go dey ask of me?

For instance omo you know say this your body make sense

Me I dey ginger omo you know say this love e dey bad gaan

For instance omo you know say this your body make sense

Dat kind thing na

And me I dey ginger omo you know say this love too bad Gaan

E don tay I dey pray for dis grace

As d money dey come I dey get all d babe

But what’s life without d dollars and d fame?

I go give her all she need If only she can wait

be my sweet melanin,I no go let go!

U go dey attractive And I’ll never let U Broke!

I level up, Aunty u no go carry last!

I go give u key to d Beamer

So you can relax

I know u like my money, o yes! I like u too

Big boy U no go ever lack dis two

If u be my wife I’ll take care of ur taxes

We go go vacation with plane not taxi

I go b d best , babe pls don’t leave,

U go be my flower, no go ever treat u like leaf.

lend me ur heart, I gv u my soul,

I go be ur tailor,

Bring ur heart mk I sew!

For instance omo you know say this your body make sense

Me I dey ginger omo you know say this love e dey bad gaan

For instance omo you know say this your body make sense

And me I dey ginger omo you know say this love too bad Gaan

I stay focus

I stay woke!

Thank God for d life we live

We ain’t broke.

Them be wait, for ma downfall

I’ve to pray,

and that’s the only thing I’m down for!

So many don kpai, I’m getting used to it!

Together back den we use to eat!

No rice na bread we use stew eat

Uh

And who gat they key to the Beamer

(Che)

And who gat the keys to the porch

(Dat kind thing na)

Like a midwife just delivered

(Na money we dey find o)

Me I fit to come with aeroplane

I fit to fly aeroplane o yeh

Me I fit to come overseas o baby

I fit to do anything for your love o

Sugarboy pon the riddim

Skelvin, they don’t know