ACCURATE MUSIC LYRICS: Ycee- “Komije”
We bring you the Update360ng.com’s accurate, dope lyrics to Ycee’s new jam ‘Komije’. The song was produced by Adey, for Tinny Entertainment. Read along and enjoy the vibes. You can also download the song below.
https://9jalyrics.com.ng/wp-content/uploads/2017/09/Ycee_-_Komije–(Update360ng.com).mp3
(PRELUDE)
==Tinny Entertainment baby==
Dunno; baise; Adey love
Hmn hmn hmnn
(Ycee- VERSE 1)
How you got a body like this?
Turn around; make me scream Jez
Killing them all, no miss
I gat the juice since the girls all thirsty
Say, how you got a body like that?
Me, I wanna solve thy Maths
Swear down; I fit to spend my cash
With your body and face- like ‘Oh My Gash’
(HOOK)
Won Komije bi Indomie
She give it to me till she injure me
Na many thing she dey bring for me
No dey talk, with the body, make e sing for me
Eh; won Komije bi Fried Rice
Shordy looking like she’ my type
With the front and back make a brother like
Me, I no dey cook but I dey find spice oh; so, I say
(CHORUS)
Won Komije, won Komije [in Mainland]
Won Komije, won Komije [in Island]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in London]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in the Yankee]
Won Komije, won Komije [Malay’]
Won Komije, won Komije [S. A.]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in Ghana]
Won Komije, won Komije
(VERSE 2- Ycee)
I be like ‘pauce; focus; wait; hollup’
You know in the club, money pop when we show up
One man jam, now the price don dey go up
Am still spending em bars on the chorus
Chill- look at me nighher; ain’t trynna be your No. 1 nighher
Still be taking that chaur with liquor
Way up in the sky; am a real tough figure
You could be the sauce when we’ flexing; eh
Killing everything, no abortion; eh
Me, I gat the girls them blushing
When you’ come against we, you should take some precaution
(HOOK)
Won Komije bi Indomie
She give it to me till she injure me
Na many thing she dey bring for me
No dey talk, with the body, make e sing for me
Eh; won Komije bi Fried Rice; Update360ng
Shordy looking like she’ my type
With the front and back make a brother like
Me, I no dey cook but I dey find spice oh; so, I say
(CHORUS)
Won Komije, won Komije [in Mainland]
Won Komije, won Komije [in Island]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in London]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in the Yankee]
Won Komije, won Komije [Malay’]
Won Komije, won Komije [S. A.]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in Ghana]
Won Komije, won Komije
(Ycee- VERSE 3)
Omo, everybody confused oh
Them wan know the thing wey we dey put oh
I tell em ‘no be Juju we dey use oh’
But, your girl wanna gimme some juice
Omo, see the mami looking at the boy
So, I tell her ‘get into the vehicle’
And you know the boy no dey m’Esebu
Won ti Komije tan, them no dey belle-full
If I see your babe, I go chance you
Omo gbogbo won n mo ti cancel
So, tell em it’s your boy- Ycee
And you know ain’t nobody that can do it like me
(HOOK)
Won Komije bi Indomie [Indomie]
She give it to me till she injure me [injure me]
Na many thing she dey bring for me
No dey talk, with the body, make e sing for me
Eh; won Komije bi Fried Rice
Shordy looking like she’ my type
With the front and back make a brother like
Me, I no dey cook but I dey find spice oh; so, I say
(CHORUS)
Won Komije, won Komije [in Mainland]
Won Komije, won Komije [in Island]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in London]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in the Yankee]
Won Komije, won Komije [Malay’]
Won Komije, won Komije [S. A.]
Won Komije, won Komije [t’emi in Ghana]
Won Komije, won Komije
