Rumba
Rumba, Ibo ni Olu gba? Who dey hold the sandpaper? Oya come out with the answer I see, Yeepa! Who dey stand for the corner? Who dey ride that okada? You na very good bad guy I see, mo gbe, make them fall for the rizzler then take them up to the twitter them go solve the palaver Confarm! The next thing, Since we dey stand for Nigeria, and shoemaker no be preacher, Reminisce no be stripper, Then give it up for the Rumba! Doom her! Stool down! Breakdance. Resistance for our enemies more ishan for our Genesis more miss world for our ending list talking tall like paralysis, we go come out with the answer Rumba! It is evident amongst us Fisherman no dey climb fence Our loyal boys are loaded and the rest are just retired and He will never never die hard Term two!! I dey smell like vinegar I dey smell like the taste of her I am thinking of biafra I must go and get to think of her I must go and get to fill the gap I must go and get to bring them down I must go and get to wear my crown Sai'murd! You can never mind my business You can never hate achievements You are chirpy like a cricket and I will never stand against you you know why? Stretch me! when everyday is a Holiday, the playful kids will get-a-way my mother's not the type to say I will be loving you with all it takes, Williiams. The boys need Oxygen. "Brother Jeffrey, They have brought light" "Who turn the fan?" "Joshua".
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It takes two to tango; Soweto seems like you got branded in Mosco crossing lines thanks given to Ratio the centre cannot hold, I never have been bold.
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