A-Q, Blaqbonez, M.I Abaga, Oxlade - Groupie lyrics

I got so many girls in my life
So many girls in liife
I've seen so many girls in my life
So many girls in my liife
Some of them dey lie die
Some of them dey fine die
Some I’d be panshing them till I die
Omo no go dey sky dive oh
No go dey loose guard so no go dey sky lack
If you no get, get the raba
She go just dey chache kala for you and japa

She’s nothing but a groupie
All she got is just her coochie and Gucci
Always acting bougie
All she got is just her coochie and bullshit

Yo baby, tell what you want I’ve been patient
If you’re only for the money just say it
I can give a little cash but
She’s set up like a bank
And all I really ask is don’t play me
'Cause, I ain't never lied to you
Never did I say that I was wifying you
Never did I say that I wa-
You been known what it is
You’ve been known what it is

So many bad things that me
And this girl a done
She like it when hit like wizzy album
She say anytime she sit up
On me with her bumbum
She say me so sweet me, me sweeter than drum
Me like it lowkey when I bring the hammer
Me call her Shatta Wale, Tattas from Ghana
She smoking my Havannah see ma soft pyjamas
My phone on flight mode
I don’t want no drama no
Baby do you fuck with me cos of the doe?
'Cause the way you’re taking that
Booty down to the floor
It’s unlike any booty I’ve ever seen before
This booty don register to vote, e too mature
Back to matter, Ox on the chorus
Party don dey scatter
Whether she love me or not it don’t matter
Tonight, she gonna treat me
Better than her father

She’s nothing but a groupie
All she got is just her coochie and Gucci
Always acting bougie
All she got is just her coochie and bullshit

All black beamer, It’s the zodiac killer
All these different girls wanna co-star in my
Movie, thick girls get low far dinner
Four course meal for slim
Chicks and gold diggers
Slim thick chicks get a medium rare
You see the red in the middle
When she throw that bigger
Ass hang all day like she ain’t got a job
Wanna listen to that Adekunle
Gold track sinner
Every time she needs money to
Fill up the void
Tell her to kill that noise
We both self employed
Go play with your baby boys
Can’t play with these set of toys
Can’t buy you those Gucci bags
Save it for dem lekki boys
My life is a movie shot on celluloid
All my money digital but not in coins
I don’t mind if she’s a groupie
But keep acting like I’m bougie
Girl you get your set destroyed

She’s nothing but a groupie
All she got is just her coochie and Gucci
Always acting bougie
All she got is just her coochie and bullshit

She attracted to bottle poppers
And Benz drivers i call her Covid legs
Easy to spread the virus
The sparklers on the bottle
Gets her mo wetter real niggas know better
You want her then Moet her
Her man really in love
With a christmas agenda
She in the streets putting the
D in dirty december
Met her upstairs at paper she hit the DM
Next day she with Q at W in his BM
That pussy pricey, high unlikely
That’s she’s wifey
Keep her icy, she’ll be your side chic
But she’s a hustler and all
Cheque’s cash the same
Respect the game go head shawty do your thing

So many girls in my life