(+Meaning) Ladipoe ft Rema “Afro Jigga” Explained and Lyrics in English

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lyrics,meaning and translation of the song afro jigga by Ladipoe ft Rema
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Lyrics to Afro Jigga by Ladipoe ft Rema.

Intro

No cap

No dabs

Yeah (Nwanne) (My brother/Sister)

But you knew that (Ladipoe)

(Ooh ah yeah)

Chorus (Ladipoe)

Punchline n-gga (Yeah)

Afro jigga (Wooh)

Nightlife killer

A scifi nigga with my sweet brown sugar (Brown sugar)

High time n-gga (Yeah)

Six whole figures (Six whole)

Ho-s wan dig am (yea) (H-es want to dig it.)

Scifi n-gga (Yeah) with my sweet brown sugar.

Post chorus (Rema)

Dem ah know say me I ball like Maradona (They know that I ball like Maradona.)

Charlie no dey mess with the bobo oh oh (Charlie, don’t mess around with the bobo.)

She dey give me dirty wh-ne for the corner ah ah (She is giving me dirty whi-e at the corner.)

Girlie wey dey make man dey xxxx (This girl makes men to xxxx)

Me, my n-gga finna pull up in a Rover (My and my n-gga pull up in a Rover.)

Girls dem wan be my odor oh (Girls want my fragrance.)

Man ah jigga man ah killer man ah soldier (Man is a jigga, killer, soldier.)

No man mess with my honor oh oh ah (No man messes with my honor.)

Verse 1 (Ladipoe)

Every boss needs a dime (Yeah) (Every boss needs a dime.)

Give you love (Hmm) (Give you love.)

Never time (Never time)

Feel the force (ooh)

In every line

It’s not only my whiskey that’s getting better with time

Our music now is opening doors you can never close

They tell me that Afro’s bigger than hair on an older xxx (ooh)

Now everything that’s on me is customized to my frame (frame)

All this Nigerian made except for the dollars oh

You think you’re in my class but that flight’s been delayed (Yeah)

Yea

I think with all the luggage that I’m taking I’m over the weight

So I leave a heavy middle finger right here in your face

You know I’m badly behaved

I’m on a flight now n-gga

You can’t connect bad WiFi n-gga

Aiming for my chest ’cause it’s five times bigger

It’ll take more than shots to test my liver (bra)

Chorus (Ladipoe)

Cause I’m a punchline n-gga (yee)

Afro jigga (Wooh)

Nightlife killer

A scifi nigga with my sweet brown sugar (Brown sugar, oh oh)

High time n-gga (Yeah yeah)

Six whole figures (Six whole, oh oh)

Ho-s wan dig am (yea) (H-es want to dig it.)

Scifi n-gga (Yeah) with my sweet brown sugar.

Post-chorus- (Rema)

Dem ah know say me I ball like Maradona (They know that I ball like Maradona.)

Charlie no dey mess with the bobo oh oh (Charlie, don’t mess around with the bobo.)

She dey give me dirty wh-ne for the corner ah ah (She is giving me dirty whi-e at the corner.)

Girlie wey dey make man dey xxxx (This girl makes men to xxxx)

Me, my n-gga finna pull up in a Rover (My and my n-gga pull up in a Rover.)

Girls dem wan be my odor oh (Girls want my fragrance.)

Man ah jigga man ah killer man ah soldier (Man is a jigga, killer, soldier.)

No man mess with my honor oh oh ah (No man messes with my honor.)

Verse 2 (Rema and Ladipoe)

Rema

I wanna thank God, Baba ese gan (I want to thank God. God, thanks a lot.)

All of my day ones, all of my day ones (From my day one.)

All of dem roadi, we go jaiye nlo (We party non-stop.)

Who do the beat? (Who did this beat?)

Ozedikus London (Zedikus London)

Ladipoe

I’m that dress code killer 

Afro jigga

Oga no be today, you can ask them n-ggas yeah (It is not today; you can ask the n-ggas.)

I go a taste for that —- liquor (I go for a taste of —- liquor)

One hand upon that waist and I get so triggered

Yeah, we make the stacks grow bigger

Until I’m high enough to be that astro jigga (ooh)

Got my whole city in flames

You don’t need to point fingers, I’m that n-gga to blame

(Beat a n-gga up)

Chorus (Ladipoe)

Cause I’m a punchline n-gga (yee) (woo)

Afro jigga (I’ma slap a n-gga) (Wooh)

Nightlife killer

A scifi n-gga with my sweet brown sugar (Brown sugar)

High time n-gga (Yea)

Six whole figures (Six whole)

Ho-s wan dig am (H-es want to dig it.)

Scifi n-gga with my sweet brown sugar

Outro

Yoh whadup whadup whadup

It’s your boy Remy boy and I’m chilling with my jiggy n-gga 

Ladipoe

You know where we come from

It’s family sh-t bra

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