(Oya, listen)
Salama, oh Salama...
Yeah, yeah, see gobe
Your dark skin dey shine like gold, omo
This your beauty, e dey make my head spin oh
I look your eye, I see my future, my baby
Abeg make you no dey do me corner corner
I wan build my life with you, no wahala
My Salama, be my girl, oh
I wan take you round the world, oh
From Lagos to Paris, we go dey fly, oh
My Salama, make you no dey sigh, oh
Ehen! You be my peace, on God!
Other girls dey try, but they no reach your level
You be the angel to defeat my devil
We go chop life for London, we go go New York
Anything you want, baby, no be mouth work
Fine girl like you deserve the soft life
My Salama, be my girl, oh
I wan take you round the world, oh
From Lagos to Paris, we go dey fly, oh
My Salama, make you no dey sigh, oh
Ehen! You be my peace, on God!
Salama... oh-ah
Just you and me, no dulling
My peace
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