Falz – Boogie Lyrics (feat. Sir Dauda)

Boogie

Falz (feat. Sir Dauda)

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"Boogie." - Falz (feat. Sir Dauda)

Wednesday, 26 November 2025, 05:39 am

Album: 27

Track No: 06

Yeah! Bad Guys in the Building
(Dance, Boogie, Jiggi, Jo o!)
Sir Dauda wazzup?
(Dance, Boogie, Jiggi, Jo o!)
Baby dance that boogie that jiggi that jo
I see you smilling really digging my goal (Yeah)
I'm so polished it's on the nigh-bo
But still razz two toned like vitilligo
Still fake it maybe we can kick it on a low-low (okay)
I just really killed it can you please call the Po-po (Come on!)
Jah! E real like man just won the lotto
Man ah run this thing them boy suffer polio
You suppose know way before I show the logo (Ah-hahn!)
I get that new flow get you higher than a hobo
You try snap a photo to cast me is promo (Ah!)
Walai! If it's a show you'll catch me on Iroko (OK!)
Shayo must flow
'Cause me no dey smoke-y choko (Choko!)
Bad girls from Congo
Senegal and Togo
Dissect the beat
What you spurred up?
It's you don't know
E gba penalty lo throwing
Se ka enlarge the goal post?
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya! (With ya!)
Hold, lemme take a picture
Say my old
She isn't keeper (Keeper!)
So I had to delete her
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya? (With ya!)
Everything is on fleek now
The way you komole to the beat now (Come on!)
Ho' you know you're a teaser?
Lemme see you Dance, Boogie, Jiggi, Jo o
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!
I'd like to make you touch your tippie toes
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Lemme see you dance, boogie, jiggi jo ooo! (Heey!)
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!
Money for ground pick it slow
(Pick it slow whachu-know?)
Baby you dey look sweet o
Can I get with you? (Ok!)
Shey you want dey dull o?
Are you tryna get richer? (Ahn!)
Big boy toast you
You suppose to get ginger
Ah get that deep stroke wey dey make the girls shiver (Oooh!)
Flip flops, sweat pants and a wife beater (Yes?)
And the money got the boy saying I'm a proud nigga (He-ehn-ehn)
You just mad nigga
'Cause my account's bigger (OK)
The number's really big like fat
Chicks round figures (Round big figures!)
Man them claiming that they have cheese bro?
Man them not getting up to five zeros
They can't stand my shine this boy is Albino
Too much juice and sauce
Even YCee knows (Yes!)
Check the motor we park near the Condo (OK!)
For do as I do
No dey fear to follow
Awa young Olowo
We came here to na 'wo
If we knock this night e go clear tomorrow
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya!
Hold, lemme take a picture (Picture!)
Say my old girl
She isn't a keeper (Keeper!)
So I had to delete her
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya?
Everything is on fleek now
The way you komole to the beat now (Come on!)
Ho' you know you're a teaser?
Lemme see you Dance, Boogie, Jiggi, Jo o
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!
I'd like to make you touch your tippie toes
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Lemme see you dance, boogie, jiggi jo ooo! (Heey!)
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!
Money for ground pick it slow
(Pick it slow, pick it slow now!)
I came to dance, boogie, jiggi, jo o!
Where mah man them?
Where mah jiggi toes?
Everytime you gimme girl you kill me slow
Lemme give swag-city Lasgidi flow (Say Ok!)
To the dance floor
Baby let's go
When she moves dance the boom-by better get know now (Bend down low!)
Fire dancer never let go and alight her to her bedroom
Say they got a penny for your thought, panties and your bra too
Pennies in a Lamborghini that's a car move (Car move!)
Girl you know I go deeper than the Shark do (Ah-hahn!)
See ah wanna rock your body but I
Need your heart more baby (Ooo-yeey!)
Dance, Boggie, Jiggi, Jo
Call it off Its T.K.O
Cause she can light it up like Bisi Cole
And she can throw it down like gidi-gbo!
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya ah!
Hold, lemme take a picture
Say my old girl
She isn't a keeper
So I had to delete her
Mamacita!
Can I get with ya?
Everything is on fleek now
The way you komole to the beat now
Ho' you know you're a teaser?
Lemme see you Dance, Boogie, Jiggi, Jo o (Yes! Boogie, Jiggi, Jo!)
I'd like to make you touch your tippie toes
(And I can make you touch your tippie toes)
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Lemme see you dance, boogie,
Jiggi jo ooo! (Lemme see you dance, boogie, jiggi, jo)
Ahn! Ahn! Ahn!
Money for ground pick it slow
(Pick it slow whachu-know?)

Writer(s): Falz, Sir Dauda.

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