Dremo – Babysitter Lyrics

Dremo – Babysitter Lyrics
Babysitter
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    "Babysitter." - Dremo

    Album: Icen B4 the Cake - EP
    Track No: 05
    Got my hands full of money, can't even handshake (I got my hands)
    I'm getting cake, and no be say na my birthday
    I hold ground, can make it shake just like the earthquake
    I'm still the mo'fucking best, even in my worst day
    Head of Medusa on my feet
    If no be money conversation, make it short like a skit
    For those talking from the toilet, man, you can't tell me shit
    That's sucks, but, I can see that they smelling defeat
    I tell the baby sitter, "Off set and leave the baby in the sitting room"
    Off skirt, let's do a quickie, cos I'm leaving soon
    Yeah, I be the only one wey she dey listen to
    And whenever I'm calling, shawty got me as her ringing tone
    Oh Lord! Buss it, buss it, buss it, all over baby
    She ain't even come in my ride, but still, I drove her crazy
    Na kitchen counter she ride, ride, ride on the big stick
    I put the panties aside and the rest was history
    Now, what you know about a Naija bobo?
    Omo, UK go know wetin be naira or kobo, when I pound her (What she say?)
    She wants to own me, like my founder (So, wetin you do?)
    Change am for her, like Mr Dauda
    Yeah! Buss it down, Tatiana (Who you be?)
    Omo Naija Americana (Where you at?)
    I'm on a low, with a pie in Cubana (Cameraman)
    Don't take a picture or I'll break the camera
    I say X-O, X-O, X-O in my system
    I'm so- I'm so high, I'm hugging and kissing
    My ex-girlfriend in the VIP section (Woah)
    Sweeping them off their feet, like say na we win election (No go jonse)
    What happens in the club, stays in the club (The end)
    Don't want you to wake up and start hitting me up (Yeah, she do, what you do?)
    Cos I'mma screen that motherfucker (You got no time for what?)
    I got no time for ex-girl or drama (What momma gotta do?)
    Mummy, I need you to change my nanny
    The one wey no fit fit in her panties, wey get big punani (Why?)
    So, anytime I'm hungry, I don't need to eat cerelac (Whatchu want?)
    I no want golden morn, I want only morning knacks (You ain't what?)
    You ain't shit, y'all been losing, ****, I been winning (I'm the what?)
    I'm the shit, got to change my diaper every minute
    Yeah, I fit deposit for inside Tyra Banks
    And I'm in charge, anywhere, they take me like a powerbank
    You're older than me, but, don't talk to me like you my dada (What you do?)
    Walk out on a ****, fuck a drive by (Baby, know it)
    No go vex me, egbon, abeg, take your time, time (What you gotta give?)
    Give yourself brain, like Mr Einstein
    Oh gee, don't let a low **** lose control
    You getting old, when you should leave them new **** alone
    You got it when you was popping
    Was sad that you **** copy
    You drinking when **** gulping
    You started, but we ain't stopping
    I'm a shark, you a dolphin
    I put you right in a coffin
    Once I do it like it's nothing
    I let the dogs do the barking
    When I pop in, it's popping
    I mess you up, leave you farting
    Shat on yourself, ****
    Now, you need a babysitter, bitch!
    Yeah!
    Codename Volume 2, on the way, bitch

    Writer(s): Aboriomoh Femi Raymond.

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