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Sir P's Love Wahala

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[male

vocals] (

Chale,

listen)

Every

night,

every

day,

I

dey

think

of

only

one

person

Ah,

Sir

P,

you

don

enter

trouble

o

Eiii,

this

one

pass

me

Every

night

and

day,

me

I

no

dey

do

anything

Na

so-so

woman

I

dey

think,

I

swear,

my

head

dey

spin

Every

night

and

day,

na

so-so

woman

dey

my

head

o

But

e

get

one

particular

one,

wey

steal

my

heart

run

away

My

Asa,

my

Otum,

my

baby

girl

ooo

See,

I

no

dey

lie,

na

she

don

steal

my

heart

go

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

have

a

problem

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

think

I

have

a

problem

I

swear,

I

swear,

I

think

I

have

a

problem

Na

mumu

me

I

be,

for

where

love

dey,

chai!

Make

you

no

advise

man

wey

dey

in

love

If

not,

I

go

use

you

settle,

no

cap!

I

follow

fine

girls

from

Accra

to

Kumasi

But

this

particular

one,

she

get

something

special

She

handle

me

like

small

pikin,

e

choke!

Omo,

my

heart

belong

to

only

you,

no

wahala

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

have

a

problem

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

think

I

have

a

problem

I

swear,

I

swear,

I

think

I

have

a

problem

Na

mumu

me

I

be,

for

where

love

dey

I

see

dem,

I

see

dem,

but

my

eye

dey

look

for

you

No

other

girl

fit

give

me

this

kind

joy,

true!

Wo y3

guy,

my

love,

my

everything

Sir

P

dey

ball,

but

Sir

P

dey

fall

For

this

girl,

I

go

climb

any

wall

No

worry

me

with

your

advice,

I

no

go

hear

I

dey

blind

for

love,

I

no

get

any

fear

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

have

a

problem

My

problem

is

chasing

a

lot

of

girls,

I

swear

I

think

I

have

a

problem

I

swear,

I

swear,

I

think

I

have

a

problem

Na

mumu

me

I

be,

for

where

love

dey

Eiii,

she

steal

my

heart,

chale

I

think

I

have

a

problem,

for

real

Sir

P,

you

don

fall! (

Fade

out

with

guitar

solo)

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