D.R.B - Shakara lyrics

She just dey do shakara, look at her car, black and yellow Flexing in new ankara, eat 2 akaras, when I see her she mellow Omo I no send the bush side you get I just dey guess your b**b size for chest They don dey sell my tunes on the net So put ball for hand like Peter Cech Bad guy from London, she want to gbon gbon I just dey drop bomb, I want to touch tongue Lowkey she dey front, her back off too strong I dont care at all Come on girl lets ball, ball, ball, ball Dont dull lets go there Uncode the coded I am the boldest I no get rolex My chain is gold, yes Givenchy so fresh, Topman no vex Dide, Nkem Ike Maybe Tiwa, no dey sit down Mo fe mun e, FreshL of twitter I be macbook, oya leave that toshiba, free that!