WHO THIS Lyrics – Victony, BNXN

Read the complete WHO THIS Lyrics by Victony and BNXN from the album STARLIFE along with song credits, release information and other details about the song. If you enjoy Victony’s music, you can also explore TOO LIT, another song by Victony.

[Intro]
(Tr-tryna fly to space?)

[Verse 1: Victony]
Swagger l’ọmọ na your stylist, it’s getting
[orbital] (??)
Same things you wear, but e no fit her
You orijo, say dem no reach her at all, oh (At all, oh)
Baby too drip, like say rain, e just beat her
Too sick, oh, make you dey my hospital
Too fly, Swaggerl’ọmọ dey run Visa, yeah, yeah (Yeah, yeah, hey)
[Chorus: Victony]
Who this? (S*xy girl)
Ah, who this? (S*xy girl)
She say, “You know I do this” (S*xy girl)
That one no be new gist, oh (S*xy girl)
Ah, who this? (S*xy girl)
Say, she dey for Houston (Take me there)
See, my baby the coolest (Fresh than ya)
But no be new gist, oh (S*xy girl)

[Verse 2: Victony]
Hey, hurry up, hurry up
Girl, I dey pray to hurry up
No dey come invoice and you be the one
Now you know my choice, oh, baby, oh
S’edi penpe, s’edi penpe, s’edi penpe, body so
Ah, baby, come teach them something, oh

[Verse 3: BNXN, Victony]
Brunello Cucinelli
You no know wetin I put for my body
Expensive s*it that I bought for my baby (Oh)
She put the “S” in “S*xy”, make Swaggerl’ọmọ come test me
Shake the bum-bum, uh-huh
Backa big, she go pompous, confirm

Take Chanelly, she want some, uh-huh
We just came in from London, so, you know my style, any, any
Ibadi ye po, don’t be silly
Your mummy, oh, ko so ji mi
Them want me to arrange genie, oh, oh, oh (Hey)

[Chorus: Victony]
Who this? (S*xy girl)
Ah, who this? (S*xy girl)
She say, “You know I do this” (S*xy girl)
That one no be new gist, oh (S*xy girl)
Ah, who this? (S*xy girl)
Say, she dey for Houston, oh (Take me there)
The, the baby the coolest (Fresh than ya)
But no be new gist, oh (S*xy girl)

[Outro: Victony]
Go and give them with your style again
Give them with your style again, oh
After you give them with your style again
Baby, kill me with your smile again
Fine face, no dey hide again
Oh, girl, you high me, no dey whine my brain
The way you pack am, you go thought I dead
Oh, yeah, hey
Oh, girl, make you run am again
Oh, girl, make you run am again, make you come find me
Make you do pass Barcelona for Spain, anywhere
Make we run am again, oh, woah