Reekado Banks - Get Down lyrics

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Reekado Banks - Get Down lyrics

[Verse 1: Reekado Banks] Wo'n Komije, Wo'n lami nu From Naija down to Sierra Leone Every other girl say they wanna be If you know what I mean, Oya gbo mi no London, Hong Kong Everywhere that I be see they run come All the girls see is the lineup They wanna trap my money cause it piles up Ah, You know I am doin' my sh** I, I know you are feelin' my sh** Follow my shoes, walk in my shoes Don't deny, know you want to Wanna spend my dough anna wear my gold An' I see upon your face say you still wan do [Hook] (Let me see you bounce) And if you know you ready oya wine Show them all your hips don't lie Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down And if you know you ready oya wine Show them all your hips don't lie Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down [Bridge] Said what you waitin' for? Get up on your feet and dance some more Get down, said what you waitin' for? Said get up on your feet and dance some more Said what you waitin' for? Get up on your feet and dance some more Get down, said what you waitin' for? Said get up on your feet and dance some more [Verse 2: Di'ja] Oh na, na Ti ni ni, ta na na, biko bikon go low Oh na, na Ti ni ni, ta na na, biko bikon go low Ohhhh, Guantanamera Mi a bad gyal mi no send no baga If you wanna play, come play with don mama Sexy baller, lady don dada She got the girls under pressure She got them boys payin' attention Everybody [?] You know [?] Call your brothers, sisters, [?] Call your mama, daddy, [?] [Verse 3: Jay Electronica] Babylon, Babylon, tumblin' down Black lion of Judah, comin' for the crown Rebel to America, under the ground We gon' turn this sh** 'round or burn this b**h down Pure wahala, wicked policeman Lookin' for trouble, gon' find palava Word to Fela I lay on the track like a cat on the bread at the Spanish bodega Third worlder, molotov hurler Hair like lambs wool, eyes full of murder Spit it for the Hausa, the Igbo, the Yoruba Bible on the dashboard, shank in my turban Wait 'til it happen Smack an oyinbo back to Manhattan, let's get this sh** crackin' Made it this far by faith through rappin' Long live Naija, land of the black skin [Hook] And if you know you ready oya wine Show them all your hips don't lie Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down And if you know you ready oya wine Show them all your hips don't lie Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down Kwuli otor, get on your feet, get down [Outro: Jay Electronica] Turn this sh** 'round or burn this b**h down Turn this sh** 'round or burn this b**h down