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Aunty Gist-Master

Cy · 🇳🇬 Nigeria
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[female

vocals] (

Ad-lib:

Oya,

see

gobe!) (

Ad-lib:

Ahn-ahn,

see

this

one

oh!)

Yeah,

she

dey

back

again

Yeah,

she

dey

back

again

Another

day,

another

gist,

you

know

the

vibe

She

wake

up

morning,

phone

already

dey

ring

She

got

the

update

on

every

single

thing

From

the

street

gossip

to

the

big

man

case

She

fit

put

sugar

on

top

of

a

mess

If

you

see

her

coming,

better

look

away

Because

she

go

turn

your

night

to

a

rainy

day

She

twist

the

story

till

the

truth

don

die

Everything

she

talk,

na

a

beautiful

lie

Oh,

she

be

the

queen

of

the

gist,

the

master

of

talk

Wherever

she

pass,

the

secret

start

to

walk

She

no

leave

woman,

she

no

leave

man

She

gossip

'bout

the

youth

and

the

children

in

the

land

Even

the

pastor,

she

no

fit

spare

Just

adding

more

fire,

shaking

up

the

air

Oh,

Aunty

Gist-Master,

why

you

dey

like

this?

Every

single

person

just

dey

face

your

list

She

say

she

heard

it

from

a

source

so

sure

But

she

dey

carry

am

from

door

to

door

Neighbour

fighting?

She

go

add

more

oil

Inside

the

drama,

she

dey

watch

am

boil

If

you

be

single,

she

go

find

your

fault

If

you

be

married,

she

go

add

more

salt

She

don

finish

everyone,

from

the

top

to

the

base

Looking

for

trouble

all

over

the

place

Oh,

she

be

the

queen

of

the

gist,

the

master

of

talk

Wherever

she

pass,

the

secret

start

to

walk

She

no

leave

woman,

she

no

leave

man

She

gossip

'bout

the

youth

and

the

children

in

the

land

Even

the

pastor,

she

no

fit

spare

Just

adding

more

fire,

shaking

up

the

air

Oh,

Aunty

Gist-Master,

why

you

dey

like

this?

Every

single

person

just

dey

face

your

list

Shey

you

dey

whine

me?

E

no

get

shame,

she

no

get

shame

at

all

She

go

sit

on

top

the

matter

like

she

dey

for

ball (

Ad-lib:

E

choke!) (

Ad-lib:

Wahala!)

Nobody

fit

please

her,

she

dey

run

the

show

Only

God

know

where

the

story

go

go

Oh,

she

be

the

queen

of

the

gist,

the

master

of

talk

Wherever

she

pass,

the

secret

start

to

walk

She

no

leave

woman,

she

no

leave

man

She

gossip

'bout

the

youth

and

the

children

in

the

land

Even

the

pastor,

she

no

fit

spare

Just

adding

more

fire,

shaking

up

the

air

Oh,

Aunty

Gist-Master,

why

you

dey

like

this?

Every

single

person

just

dey

face

your

list

Yeah,

you

know

who

she

be (

Ad-lib:

No

dulling!)

Aunty

Gist-Master,

rest

small! (

Ad-lib:

Mo

gbe!)

Everybody

dey

run,

leave

the

matter

Keep

the

gist

to

yourself,

oh

yeah!

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