Category: Ayra Starr

  • Rhythm & Blues; Song by Ayra Starr

    Illuminate (oh, yeah)
    Oh-oh
    Oh-oh (yeah)

    Butterfly for my belly
    You givin’ me energy
    I don dey lose my composure
    Got me losin’ control
    Givin’ me more than I need
    Everythin’ wey you carry for body (oh, yeah)
    Even if water carry me, bebe
    No fit to revise you, my oreke

    My rhythm, my blues (yeah, yeah)
    My heart, it beat to your rhythm from Monday to Sunday (yeah)
    Say you be my gold (my gold)
    My silver, na everythin’ I go do for my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues
    My heart, it beat to your rhythm from Monday to Sunday
    Say you be my gold (my gold)
    Yeah, na everythin’ I go do for my bebe

    My jigga, my muse (my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do
    My jigga, my muse (my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do

    No fit carry you play, I fit to lose (to lose)
    Carry my love, put it all on you (on you)
    And I get the money, money for two (for two)
    Cover my retina when you come through (come through)
    Na you be my personal person (my person)
    Forget Chidera, ini blessing
    Other guys e done teach me lesson
    Say na only you wey no dey stress me, personal person

    My jigga, my muse (my muse, my muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe (my bebe)
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do
    My jigga, my muse (oh-oh-oh, muse)
    Everythin’, my bebe, eh
    My rhythm, my blues (oh-oh)
    So many things you dey do, nobody do me like you do

    Carry you for my head, my shoulder
    Waka for you, my knees and toes
    Na you dey high me, I no wan sober
    Nobody do me like you do
    Carry you for my head, my shoulder (oh, carry you)
    Waka for you, my knees and toes (toes)
    Na you dey high me, I no wan sober (oh, oh, oh)
    Nobody do me like you do (oh, oh)

    My bebe (my jigga, my muse)
    Oh, oh-oh-oh (my jigga, my muse)
    Nobody do me like you do (my jigga, my muse)
    Baby (my jigga, my muse)
    Nobody do me like you do, you do (my jigga, my muse)
    You do, do-do (my jigga, my muse)
    Yeah-yeah

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe / Uzoma Samuel Onyenucheya / Emmanuel Aro Ayomikun

  • 21; Song by Ayra Starr

    You say
    You say
    You say, you say I’m too young, too foolish
    Well I became myself spite what you say
    Still tryna find a way that I can stay the same
    Maybe that’s my naïveté

    Fuck that shit
    I’ma run it how I want that’s it
    Money singing off the phone
    That shit works for me
    It’s a purse on me (that’s a bag)
    No dey put a curse on me (I reflect)
    Letting God at work on me (I repent)
    Do it for myself never for a man

    I’m just 21
    What it feels to be more than 21
    I’ve never known
    I’ve never tried
    never loved
    What am I supposed to do with what I done
    Where did all the years go?

    1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10
    I was at the house
    Tryna to figure out who the fuck I am
    11, 12 went too fast
    3 to 16, too fast
    7, 8 was a big year
    19 got a big bag
    now I’m counting 100’s playing ’20 somethings’
    I am counting on myself now
    Crying by myself now
    I’m 21
    At my grown ass age, damn

    Oh, 21
    What it feels to be more than 21
    I’ve never known
    I’ve never tried
    I’ve never loved
    Forgive if I don’t say it right or say enough
    Real shit I’m just 21
    Oh, I’m just twenty-one
    Oh, I’m just twenty-one

    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two, one (Twenty-one)
    Two

    Songwriters: Bambole Di Pezza / Mason Tanner / Mike Hector / Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Tomi Mikael Mannonen

  • Last Heartbreak Song; Song by Ayra Starr and Giveon

    Why you no dey get my time?
    Is there someone else?
    You dey do me corny o
    Every day, new story o
    Shey I just dey waste my time?
    ‘Cause you don become someone else
    Sip palava for me o
    You no dey touch my body o

    It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back
    But it feels one-sided now (one-sided now)
    It feels one-sided now
    You don’t have to pretend about it ’cause it’s crystal clear now, now
    Guess “it’s bye” to the good times
    I’ll be gone by the sunrise

    I’ll be better on my own
    I’ll be better on my own, na, na
    Nobody should call my phone
    Nobody should call my phone, na, na
    This is my last heartbreak song
    This is my last heartbreak song, na, na
    I’ll be good all on my own
    I’ll be good all on my own, na, na

    Why are you so quick to leave (leave)
    When we both could make it work? (Work)
    When I’m gone, I make you nervous (make you nervous)
    If you hurt me, I deserve it (deserve it)
    I’ve been actin’ foolishly
    Forgettin’ what you’re worth (forgettin’, forgettin’)
    You stopped lovin’ me, I noticed (I know, I know)
    But even chaos serves a purpose

    It feels good to love somebody and somebody loves you back (back)
    So, don’t give in to your changed mind (your changed)
    ‘Cause I’ll be here for a lifetime (lifetime, lifetime)
    You don’t have to pretend about it ’cause it’s crystal clear now, now
    Guess “it’s bye” to the good times (times)
    And I’ll be gone by the sunrise

    I’ll be better on my own
    I’ll be better on my own, na, na
    Nobody should call my phone (call my phone)
    Nobody should call my phone, na, na
    This is my last heartbreak song
    This is my last heartbreak song, na, na
    I’ll be good all on my own
    I’ll be good all on my own, na, na

    Songwriters: Leon G Thomas / Giveon Evans / Deavon Petty Chisolm / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Kehinde .o. Alabi / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi

  • Bad Vibes; Song by Ayra Starr and Seyi Vibez

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o (Mystro Sugar)

    I let the water touch my knee (yeah)
    Can’t let these people get to me
    I know you know I never drink (yeah)
    I’m mixin’ with that Hennessy (mix it with that Hennessy)
    I need my enemies deceased (ayy)
    I know they wanna find a crease (know they wanna find a crease)
    God they see in me, ayy (ah)
    Hallelujah (hallelujah)

    Gavе me the world, but they serve it on my palms (my palms)
    I watch my word ’cause they heavy on your heart (your heart)
    You hit my line, but I’m talking to my mom’s
    And when there’s time, I’ll be talking to my God

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at (ah)
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o, mi fọ o

    Me, I go dance for you, Michael Jackson
    Mama always say, “Son, have mercy on me”
    The angels never forsake me
    Halleluyah, morẹnikeji
    Promise to play my part
    Sometimes, I pray and fast
    Seven days and night

    Forever the light
    Son of Amdallah
    Hol’ on, girl, you know I was a Rasta
    Play dem Kigawa
    Ọmọ ologo dia
    Ọlọrun l’Ọba wa
    See my flows fire

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ, mi fọ o (ma gun mi l’oju, mi o fọ)

    I’m leadin’ a life that can clean me from my past shit (yeah, past shit)
    Burn all this money and leave it in my ashes (yeah)
    The Lord is blessing, I’ll see if I can match it (yeah-yeah)
    If something’s coming, I’ll see it from my lashes
    Never stopping when the red light flashes
    To be real, I’m still eating off my last hit
    No dey throw

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ oh
    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at (oh-oh)
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part
    Igi gogoro, ma gùn mi l’oju, mi o fọ o (mi o fọ o)

    No dey throw bad vibes
    Where the money dey, that is where I’m at
    Anyhow e be, I dey play my part

    Songwriters: Segun Michael Ajayi / Ikenna Ohaeri / Mason Tanner / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Afolabi Oluwaloseyi Balogun

  • No love; Song by Ayra Starr and Ninho

    J’suis dans les palabres, mon bébé, silencieux comme le canon
    J’ai pas nehess, j’ai veillé, des diamants sur le médaillon
    Il a visé la tête, plus aucune lueur dans les pupilles
    Dans la Tech, j’me revois, implicando dans la sine-cui
    Mauvais djo, mauvaise idée, on verra peut-être pas l’matin
    Loketo, des gros billets, c’est ça qu’apaise mon chagrin
    Mauvais djo, mauvaise idée, on verra peut-être pas l’matin
    Loketo, des gros billets, c’est ça qu’apaise mon chagrin
    J’ai l’feu sur moi, trente-deux bastoss, chérie, j’peux pas zouker
    Tu connais quoi? Paris-lagos, juste le temps d’un couplet
    Ah, Montego Bay, Republica Dominicana
    J’demande la paix dans mes prières, niveau kichta, en vrai, ça va

    Cramé dans la city, le bacqueux m’appelle par l’nom d’famille
    Si j’suis pas enfermé ce soir, j’finis dans tes bras
    J’connais pas les limites, j’aime pas trop les nouvelles compagnies
    Garave dans un M3, j’me demande si tu penses à moi (eh)

    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o
    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o

    Greatness was a matter of time
    See the ladder we climbed
    It could shatter your mind
    But relentless, I’m stubborn and pride
    You walk, walk on me, shining bright like a diamond
    No start wetin you no go fit to finish
    I no be just needy
    Fi dribble like Ronaldinho
    Oh yes, they must to listen (listen)
    When I be serving what I’m cooking in the kitchen
    Ozumba mbadiwe
    Me a go follow, fire with my motor, hmm
    They no go fi block my way
    Me a go zoom zoom, fire for the highway

    Cramé dans la city, le bacqueux m’appelle par l’nom d’famille
    Si j’suis pas enfermé ce soir, j’finis dans tes bras
    J’connais pas les limites, j’aime pas trop les nouvelles compagnies
    Garave dans un M3, j’me demande si tu penses à moi (eh)

    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o
    No love, no love
    Outside is a cold world, cold world
    I know, but me, I got to stay strong
    I no go fi to give up, no fi carry last, o

    Ozumba mbadiwe
    Me a go follow, fire with my motor
    They no go fi block my way
    Me a go zoom zoom, fire for the highway

    Songwriters: Leveatz / Manu Manu / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / William Nzobazola

  • Overdose; Crayon, Ayra Starr, LADIPOE, Magixx & Boy Spyce

    Mavin, Mavin,
    Hmm-hmm, mm,
    It’s Don Jazzy, ayy

    Every likkle thing you dey do to me (Woah, woah),
    E dey sweet me for body (Body),
    Shey your loving fit fall on me (Woah, woah, woah, woah),
    Girl your bow leg make I go crazy (Crazy),
    Omoge say e sure for me (For me),
    Say make I withdraw money (Money),

    Oroma, oroma no go downgrade (Go downgrade),
    Make I carry your luggage (Luggage),
    I dey find you for four days,
    For days, and no trouser, no trouser fit to contain (Contain),
    Girl your body na package (Oh yeah),
    Shey you no see I’m falling, I’m falling falling for love,

    Overdose me, your love dey overdose me,
    Na you (Na you), I want (I want), me love you I think of ololo,
    Overloading, I’ll be overloading,
    Your bank, account, money plenty tell me the amount,

    No one told me love would taste like this (Like this),
    Got my money in my pocket like this (Like this),
    Wisdom inna my knowledge like this,
    I follow God I no dey follow man,
    For you I might have to consider,
    Trips to LA taking photographs (But you knew that),
    If it’s signed by me then it’s an autograph,

    Yeah,
    Live to die another day for you baby (Yeah),
    Quit my Casanova ways for you baby (Ooh),
    The only time that you say that you hate me,
    Is when I take the last slice of pastry,
    Now I’m on the run run run (Running),
    Run run run,
    Loving you till kingdom come,
    But you, drive me crazy send someone,
    Still my billboard baby,
    My number one,

    Baby e get as e dey be (As e dey be),
    Omo you dey high me like palmi (Like palmi),
    I just wanna be there when you need me,
    Baby na your matter I dey reason all day yeah,
    Overdosing, body overdose,
    Omo, say you carry over load,
    And you know you bad like commando,

    Oroma, oroma no go downgrade,
    Make I carry your luggage,
    I dey find you for four days (I dey find you for four days yeah),
    For days, and no trouser, no trouser fit to contain,
    Girl your body na package,
    Shey you no see I’m falling, I’m falling falling for love,

    Overdose me, your love dey overdose me,
    Na you, I want, me love you I think of ololo,
    Overloading, I’ll be overloading (Yeah),
    Your bank, account, money plenty tell me the amount,

    Yomama yomama yomama yomama yo,
    If you see Onome,
    Tell am she be the one oh, hmm,
    ‘Cause I know and I know and I know with my heart and my soul,
    If you do me jeje, me self I go dey follow baby oh,
    If I enter your motor pim, pim, pim (Pim pim pim),
    I go make you to shout pon, pon, pon (Pon pon pon),
    Me I no too like Ifeoma,
    Say na you I wan show my mama,
    ‘Cause I’ma put you in a brand new Beamer,
    Shey you go like be my shima (Snap me fine cinemato),

  • Lonely; Song by Ayra Starr

    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na, oh-na-na, oh na
    Oh na-na

    Every night that I cry oh (cry oh)
    Just dey blame myself for lovin’ you like I did
    You like I did (you like I did)
    I go like to know your plan oh baby
    ‘Cause it’s been four weeks of callin’, you no dey pick
    Yeah, you no dey pick (you no dey pick)

    Do you believe in us?
    See as we blend like gin and juice
    Made in heaven, that’s me and you
    That’s me and you
    Do you believe in trust? (in trust)
    Transparency in all we do
    I’m so lonely, I’m missin’ you
    I’m missin’ you

    I’m lonely
    Baby boy, I am sorry, joor
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    Miss your lovin’
    Baby, shey you no miss me joor?
    I be human being oh
    I be human being oh, oh yeah
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    I be

    Every day I’m thinkin’ about you
    And I want your lovin’ all night long
    Hold it
    I like the way you control it
    I like it when you just hold me
    When I see you in the mornin’
    My sugar, my blues, yeah
    What would I do?
    Hmm, what would I do? yeah

    Do you believe in us? (us)
    See as we blend like gin and juice
    Made in heaven, that’s me and you
    That’s me and you
    Do you believe in trust?
    Transparency in all we do
    I’m so lonely, I’m missin’ you
    I’m missin’ you

    I’m lonely
    Baby boy, I am sorry, joor
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh
    Miss your lovin’
    Baby, shey you no miss me joor?
    I be human being, oh
    I be human being, oh, I
    (I be human being, oh)
    You know say I be, yeah, yeah
    (I be human being, oh)
    I be human, I’m human
    I’m only, only human
    (I be human being, oh)
    I’m human
    I be human being, oh
    Oh I, oh I
    I be human being, oh I
    I be human being, oh

    Songwriters: Oniyide Azeez / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Kehinde O. Alabi / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi / Adebanjo Oluwanifemi

  • Toxic; Song by Ayra Starr

    Why did you make me do it?
    Why did you force me to take it?

    Why did you make me do it?
    Why did you make me lose it?
    Why did you give me the drugs that I took?
    Why did you force me to take it?

    I thought that what we had was love, was love
    I gave you all I had, not much, not much
    Things you gave to me were worse, were worse
    And I’ll apologize no more, no more

    But I’m sorry (but I’m sorry)
    That I loved someone who would hurt me
    In the past, that’s sad, but truthfully
    I died when you left, when you left me
    Oh sadly, oh sadly
    I’ve been crying my eyes out with Xandy
    I’ve been drowning my sorrows in a bottle
    I’ve been smoking very much since you left me (oh-oh-oh)

    Why did you make me to leave?
    Pop a molly in a cup and sip
    I thought you never ever let me be
    I thought you’ll hold me down ’til I get clean

    I thought that what we had was love, was love
    I gave you all I had not much, not much
    Things you gave to me were worse, were worse
    And I’ll apologize no more, no more

    But I’m sorry
    That I loved somebody that would hurt me
    In the past, that’s sad, but truthfully
    I died when you left, when you left me
    Oh sadly, oh sadly
    I was crying my eyes out with xandy
    I’ve been drowning my sorrows in a bottle
    I’ve been smoking very much since you left me (oh whoa-oh, oh, uh-uh)

    since you left me
    (You left me, ah) you left me, ah (you left me, ah) you left me, ah
    (Since you left me, since you left me) you left me, ah
    You left me, you left me, you left me, ah

    Songwriters: Michael Ajereh Collins / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Bloody Samaritan; Song by Ayra Starr

    London (London)

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite
    I’ll blow your candle light
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe (no, no)
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill, dem no fit kill
    Dem no fit kill my

    Wise man said, “Follow the stars
    There you shall find a piece of advice”
    If you hate your enemies, enemies shine
    If you’re not a friend of me, enter the light
    ‘Cause you can never kill my vibe
    Got here with no sacrifices
    Everythin’ once taken, still had to make it
    Vibe killer, me I no go take shit (ayy)

    Vibe killer, bloody Samaritan
    Protect my energy from your bad aura
    Na my pastor say I be my healer
    Everythin’ I desire, I go receive
    My rhythm flow like a river
    If you get yawa, come on, go and sit down
    I go just para
    Comot my jigga
    I go just dey
    Follow my dreams

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes (I’m feelin’ vibes)
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite (I’m a tickin’ dyn’)
    I’ll blow your candle light (I’ll blow your can’)
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    You no fit kill, you no fit kill
    You no fit kill my vibe

    I see you watchin’ my stories
    I see you gaugin’ my lifestyle
    I see you watchin’ my movements
    This bad bitch bad every day
    I no dey look your face
    Bad man bad every day
    Get on your knees and pray
    ‘Til you regain your faith

    Vibe killer, bloody Samaritan
    Protect my energy from your bad aura
    Na my pastor say I be my healer
    Everythin’ I desire, I go receive
    My rhythm flow like a river
    If you get yawa, come on, go and sit down
    I go just para
    Comot my jigga
    I go just dey
    Follow my dreams

    I’m feelin’ vibes on vibes (I’m feelin’ vibes)
    I’m a tickin’ dynamite (I’m a tickin’ dyn’)
    I’ll blow your candle light (I’ll blow your can’)
    You know I’m just that type
    No, dem no fit kill my vibe
    Dem no fit kill my vibe
    You no fit kill, you no fit kill
    You no fit kill my vibe

    Songwriters: Oluwadamilare Aderibigbe / Ovie Michael Hunter / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Prince Omoferi

  • In Between; Song by Ayra Starr

    Je sais pas mais
    Je suis fatigué
    Je suis fatigué (Louddaaa)

    Two steps into the water
    I feel my burden floating out
    Higher, higher
    Six feet deep and I’m under
    Oh, I felt higher, higher, higher, higher

    I forgot that I can’t swim
    Why did I get myself into this mess?
    ‘Cause I’m drownin’
    Oh, I’m drownin’

    How did I get myself into this mess?
    Oh, I’m drownin’
    I’m drownin’
    I’m drownin’

    Mimo, mimo, o ma wa lo
    O ma wa, o ma wa
    O ma bo
    Kuro l’ona
    Fun won
    Fun won
    Nkan t’ofe
    Kuro l’ona
    Kuro, kuro l’ona

    It’s like I’m fallin’ in this endless pit of life
    I’m gettin’ tired
    But, I don’t wanna die

    One more step and I’m fallin’ down
    Two more steps and I’m on the ground
    Three more times, then I held you right with me

    Mimo, mimo, o ma wa lo
    O ma wa, o ma wa
    O ma bo
    Kuro l’ona
    Fun won
    Fun won
    Nkan t’ofe
    Kuro l’ona
    Kuro, kuro l’ona

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • ASE – A COLORS SHOW; Song by Ayra Starr

    Ase’
    Ase’ (London)
    Ase’
    Ase’

    Moonwalk on you motherfucker
    Do the milly rock on you motherfucker
    Don’t tell me part of your rules motherfucker
    Let me live the way I want motherfucker

    My, my, my, my father said (father said)
    I know you want the best for me (uh uh uh uh)
    But let me live the way that I sabi (I sabi)
    It’s a thing of joy
    Be proud of it, be proud of it

    It’s true (it’s true, it’s true, it’s true)
    Can I do my do (my do, my do, my do)

    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)
    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)

    (Fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu
    Fu, fu, fu, fu, fu, fu Ase’)
    Fuck society
    Fuck you wannabes
    Fuck your

    Moonwalk on you, motherfucker
    Do the milly rock on you, motherfucker
    Don’t want any part of your rules, motherfucker
    Let me live the way I want, motherfucker

    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it (Ase’)
    Fuck society (Ase’)
    Fuck you wannabes (Ase’)
    Fuck your hypocrisy (Ase’)
    Don’t want any part of it ehh (Ase’)

    Spiritual thing ya know
    It’s a real thing ya know
    Bomb dem
    Bomboclat

    Songwriters: Michael Ovie Hunter / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe

  • Snitch; Song by Ayra Starr

    London

    We connect pass Magnito
    But, you keep me locked up, incognito
    Now, three glasses of Mojitos
    I’m rantin’ on the bird app
    Tellin’ on you, oh

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I’ll make you cry, make you cry, I’ll tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fuckin’, I’ma tell on you
    I’ma tell on you, oh

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you
    Tell on you
    I’ma tell on you

    Yeah, I’ve been in my feelings lately
    Got me fucked up, talkin’ about you daily
    Mmm
    Stony like a psychedelic (yah)
    Drinkin’ and burnin’ the flowers, you got me
    Textin’ bitches that you follow (yah)
    Yeah, you got me fucked up, why?

    Why you tellin’ lies?
    Why’d you fake the truth though?
    Why you make me sad? Why? (Why?)
    (Why you tellin’ lies though?)
    (Why’d you fake the truth though?)
    (Why you make me sad though?)
    Yeah, why?

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I’ll make you cry, make you cry, I’ll tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fuckin’
    I’ma tell on you
    I’ma tell on you, oh

    Your mama ain’t raise you right
    I’ma turn up tonight
    Do my dirt outta spite, then give you a kiss goodnight (yeah)
    Yeah-yeah, oh
    How you gon’ my earn my time?
    Yeah-yeah, oh
    Oh, you gon’ learn this time

    Uh, it’s me or them, I compete with no hoe
    These birds flock then I’ma fly solo
    Block your number, delete your photos
    Yeah, I
    Could be savage, I am no pro though
    You got options, I got a boatload
    Call me “crazy”, maybe a Poco

    If you fuck with me
    Then run for your life, run for your life, I’m a bit crazy
    I could make you cry, make you cry, I’ma tell on you
    And those other hoes that you fucking, I’ma tell on you
    Oh, I’ma tell on you

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, , I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you
    Tell on you
    I’ma tell on you

    I’ma tell on you
    Oh-whoa, I’ma tell on you
    Woah-oh-oh fam, I’ma tell on you
    What? I’ma tell on you, tell on you
    Tell on you

    Songwriters: Sarah Aderibigbe Oyinkansola

  • Beggie Beggie; Song by Ayra Starr

    We were only lovers
    Before the love came in
    Now you be soldier
    Général no send me
    Now I’m alone
    Now wey you no send me
    You just dey pose
    You just dey bobo me
    You just dey go
    You no dey answer me
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    E no be you e be me
    Normally I no dey do like this
    But nobody holy
    No be say I be John the baptist
    I got issues (Got issues)
    Girl, I made you cry and I gave you tissues
    After that I kissed you
    Then we made sweet love like we always do
    Say I led you on
    You sef dey follow me
    We were having fun
    Then suddenly the love came in
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    I wish I said this before but you’re messing with my mind
    Sing me songs, make some love
    Put your hands on top my thighs
    I know say you be hot cake
    Hundred yards, husband material
    But me sef I be hot cake
    Hundred yards, wifey material
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh
    Ewo ewo ewo kilode oh

    See the way I de beg you she Bambi allah
    Mo je ni
    And you know say you fine too
    All the girls go they find you
    All the guys come dey find me
    Me I no fit attend to
    Me I know fit compare you
    You uh oh oh

    We were only lovers
    Before the love came in
    Now you be soldier
    Général no send me

  • Fashion Killing Me; Ayra Starr

    You know don’t you
    You, you know don’t you
    London
    You know, know
    Yea

    My denim faded, but I rock it like a baby in a cot
    I put the water in the ocean in the city that I’m from
    I light the room in the dark ’cause my bling is a torch
    I watched fashion die today in the mirror that I saw

    Ahhah

    Shebi na go ball, we go ball
    Flex to the dawn
    I go straight to the front
    No return
    I’m gonna enter the club
    Know dey might front
    ‘Cause me I get the gun me
    No dey do me wrong

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah
    I got much to live out, yeah
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah
    And my ass got thicker, yeah
    I’m a fashion killa, yeah
    I got much to live by, yeah
    When I pass, you shiver
    And my ass got thicker

    Image
    Picture a chandelier on my head
    I see the diamonds wet everywhere
    I know you see me drenched in finesse
    In finesse
    Oh, reason
    Think of it, a brown shirt and blue ribbon
    Diamonds awaken every time I need it
    Babushka on everything, my allegiance
    My allegiance

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live out, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker, yeah (Never changing)
    I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live by, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker (Never changing)

    Oh, I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live out, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver, yeah (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker, yeah (Never changing)

    I’m a fashion killa, yeah (Fashion girl)
    I got much to live by, yeah (Always wavy)
    When I pass, you shiver (Fashion girl)
    And my ass got thicker (Never changing)

    Fashion girl

  • Away; Song by Ayra Starr

    How far?
    Make you no dey bother with me
    Your father
    What you wanna acquire with me?
    Stutter
    Stutter like a motherfucker
    I do not like it when you call me

    When you been dey flex
    With them girls up east
    You dey flex (you dey flex)
    You con dey vex
    On top say I no want stress

    When you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Understand
    Understand I won’t
    Understand I won’t be the girl that used to cry
    Cry about a man that never came through
    He dey lie all the time
    Let’s talk about a fool
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking but you’re tripping
    Yahhh yeah
    You keep talking

    So when you gonna understand?
    You can never be the man I stan
    You can never be the one for me
    Take away your troubles
    And leave me be

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it, take it, take it
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    How far? How far?
    How far?
    Tell me, why you wanna call me?
    When you know that you’re not my type
    This thing done dey pain me
    No need to explain, please
    This thing done dey pain me

    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take all your trouble
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah, away ayy
    Take it away from me
    Away, away, away, away
    Ah-ah away ayy

    Songwriters: Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • Sare; Song by Ayra Starr

    I can’t apologize
    ‘Cause my fairy-tale is you and me baby for life
    So why can’t I fantasize?
    ‘Cause I want you by my side when I stop dreaming
    Be mine

    I want you here, so mo ma sare (sare)
    I want your love so don’t run away (run away)
    Me and you will take over the world
    Standing where no man can put asunder
    Tell me say you won’t let go
    I’ll hold you tight like a Romeo
    I’ll show you say you’ll be my own oh-oh

    I can’t apologize (sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause my fairy tale is you and me baby for life
    (Sare, sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    So why can’t I fantasize? (Sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause I want you by my side when I stop dreaming
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    Be mine

    You no dey play like a Ronaldo
    You gum body like a Burna Boy
    E funny ’cause you get money oh
    You no dey jonze me like other boys
    You gimme joy, you gimme joy
    You gimme love, you gimme love
    And I’ll always hold you dear
    You mean a lot to me, yeah
    Hmm, you mean a lot to me yeah

    I can’t apologize (sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause my fairy-tale is you and me baby for life
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    So why can’t I fantasize? (Sare, sare wale)
    ‘Cause I want you be my side when I stop dreaming
    (Sare sare wale, sare sare wale, sare sare wale)
    Be mine

    Gige l’abage, gige l’abage
    Ki mi rin gandangban titi yarin-yarin
    D’elejibgo oko mi oh
    Wiwo l’abawo, wiwo l’abawo
    Ki mi rin gandangban titi yarin-yarin
    D’elejibgo oko mi oh

    Sare, sare wale ayy yeah

    Songwriters: Michael Ajereh Collins / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Memories; Song by Ayra Starr

    Follow, follow

    Follow, follow me
    Follow me to Italy
    Hold me tight and never leave
    Never leave, never leave me

    Ah, we go roll, roll, roll
    Them gon’ know, know, know
    No be low, low, low
    Baby, make we show them

    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Now you be the koko (koko)
    I’ve known since I met you
    Your love makes me loco
    Your smilе makes me smile
    Nеver on my own, got your pictures on my phone, oh baby
    It’s you and me for life

    We go roll, roll, roll
    Them gon’ know, know, know
    No be low, low, low
    Baby, make we show them

    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Follow, follow me
    Follow me to Italy
    Hold me tight and never leave
    Never leave, never leave me (memories don’t die)

    Memories don’t
    Memories don’t die, memories don’t
    Memories don’t die
    Maybe you can be my baby
    Up and down with you crazy (oh, oh, oh, uh-uh oh)
    Everybody knows, memories don’t die

    Memories don’t die
    (Memories don’t die)

    Songwriters: Oyinkansola Aderibigbe / Kehinde Olasunkanmi Alabi

  • Ija; Ayra Starr, Mavins, and TOKiMONSTA

    He say he like me and he want to, he want to
    But he keeps fighting like it’s Kung fu, Kung fu
    But ma ba ja if he want to, if he wants to
    He like my body in that jumpsuit, in that jumpsuit

    He said turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad
    Turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    Take me like a thief in the night
    Oh baby, wa gba
    First you wanna vibe
    Then you wanna ride
    I know what you like, I’ll give it to you right, yeah

    Oh no, ah-ah
    Come dey waka go
    Oh, oh
    Tell me what you really want
    Oh, oh
    Tell me let me know
    Pack your things, take your leave
    On your knees, tell me please
    Otherwise I’ll take the risk and let you leave
    Oh-oh-oh

    He said turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad
    Turn your body up and down
    I really like your style
    The way you move that waist is bad
    You make me wanna mad

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    I say baby, to ba wa ija
    To ri eh, ma wa ija
    You don’t have to fi ara e ija
    Ohh baby
    Yeah, I love like that
    You give me joy like that
    You are on my mind
    Boy, you’re all I have

    You’re all I have
    You’re all I have
    You’re all I have

    Songwriters: Ewuyemi Olanrewaju Dayo / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Oluwadamilare David Aderibigbe

  • Rush; Song by Ayra Starr

    Ta-ta-ri
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, ta-ta-ri
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, ta-ta-ri, pa

    Sabi girl no dey too like talk
    Animals dey in human form
    Padi man, nobody like work
    But you must hustle if you wan chop
    E no finish, dem wan fight us
    If them dey run, dem no fit catch up
    I no dey form say I too righteous
    No come dey form say you too like us

    Me no get the time for the hate and the bad energy
    Got my mind on my money
    Make you dance like Poco Lee
    Steady green like broccoli
    Steady on my grind, no wan hear what they wan telly me
    Kudi na my fantasy
    Dem wan dey check if my tap e no rush

    But e dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush
    The kind money we touch, yeah
    E dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling with us, oh)

    Pa-pa-ri (oh)
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, pa-pa-ri (yeah)
    Ta-ta-ri-pa, pa-pa-ri-pa
    Ta-ra-pa-pa-ri-pa

    Jofunmi Japata, I dey go Ghana (yeah)
    You never touch, you dey form papas (yeah)
    Which kind money we never see before?
    Kosi elomi, got me feeling I’m the one
    Aje, aje, aje, can never take my cake away, aje
    You can’t count my grace
    I just dey my lane, my lane

    Me no get the time for the hate and the bad energy
    Got my mind on my money
    Make you dance like Poco Lee
    Steady green like broccoli
    Steady on my grind, no wan hear what they wan telly me
    Kudi na my fantasy (yeah, yeah)
    Dem wan dey check if my tap e no rush (yeah)

    But e dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush (yeah)
    The kind money we touch, yeah
    E dey rush (e dey rush)
    E dey rush well, well, e be much (e be much)
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling with us)

    ‘Cause e dey rush
    E dey rush well, well, e be much
    Na God dey make my tap, e dey rush
    The kind money we touch
    E dey rush
    E dey rush well, well, e be much
    No be hype, everybody dey crush
    There’s no dulling with us (there’s no dulling)

    Yeah, yeah
    Yeah, yeah
    Mmh, ah

    Songwriters: Alexandre Uwaifo / Henri Velasco / Oyinkansola Sarah Aderibigbe / Prince Oghenemine Omoferi