Victony and BNXN Lyrics
WHO THIS lyrics by Victony and BNXN revolve around admiration for a stylish, confident, and irresistibly attractive woman who commands attention wherever she goes, the lyrics highlight her beauty, fashion, curves, and luxurious lifestyle, with Victony and BNXN expressing their attraction through playful Afrobeats lyrics, designer-name drops, and flirtatious lines.
Victony & BNXN - WHO THIS Lyrics
Intro
Tr-tryna fly to space?
Verse 1: Victony
Swagger l'ọmọ na your stylist, it's getting orbital
Same things you wear, but e no fit her
You orijo, say dem no reach her at all, oh (At all, oh)
Baby too drip, like say rain, e just beat her
Too sick, oh, make you dey my hospital
Too fly, Swaggerl'ọmọ dey run visa, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, hey)
Chorus: Victony
Who this? (Sexy girl)
Ah, who this? (Sexy girl)
She say, "You know I do this" (Sexy girl)
That one no be new gist, oh (Sexy girl)
Ah, who this? (Sexy girl)
Say, she dey for Houston (Take me there)
See, my baby the coolest (Fresh than ya)
But no be new gist, oh (Sexy girl)
Post-Chorus: Victony
Hey, hurry up, hurry up
Girl, I dey pray to hurry up
No dey come invoice and you be the one
Now you know my choice, oh, baby, oh
S'edi penpe, s'edi penpe, s'edi penpe, body so
Ah, baby, come teach them something, oh
Verse 2: BNXN & Victony
Brunello Cucinelli
You no know wetin I put for my body
Expensive shit that I bought for my baby (Oh)
She put the "S" in "Sexy", make Swaggerl'ọmọ come test me
Shake the bum-bum, uh-huh
Backa big, she go pompous, confirm
Take Chanelly, she want some, uh-huh
We just came in from London, so, you know my style, any, any
Ibadi ye po, don't be silly
Your mummy, oh, ko so ji mi
Them want me to arrange genie, oh, oh, oh (Hey)
Chorus: Victony
Who this? (Sexy girl)
Ah, who this? (Sexy girl)
She say, "You know I do this" (Sexy girl)
That one no be new gist, oh (Sexy girl)
Ah, who this? (Sexy girl)
Say, she dey for Houston, oh (Take me there)
The, the baby the coolest (Fresh than ya)
But no be new gist, oh (Sexy girl)
Outro: Victony
Go and give them with your style again
Give them with your style again, oh
After you give them with your style again
Baby, kill me with your smile again
Fine face, no dey hide again
Oh, girl, you high me, no dey whine my brain
The way you pack am, you go thought I dead
Oh, yeah, hey
Oh, girl, make you run am again
Oh, girl, make you run am again, make you come find me
Make you do pass Barcelona for Spain, anywhere
Make we run am again, oh, woah
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