Nai you come dey jealous me
Nai you come dey backbite me
For my back you dey talk bad thing
For my front you dey chop my thing
Oluwa come and see stabbing
For my back na my gee stab me
This thing pain me to the core
I no fit lie to you joor joor
I no fit lie to you joor joor
This thing pain me to the core
My mind becoming like saw dust oh
These rumors them robust oh
becoming like saw dust oh
These rumors them robust oh
You no confirm you just dey spite
Look in my eyes you see sey i cry
You be my guy yet na you do me pass
Wolf in sheep cloth you open my eye
Show me sharp shege you pepper my mind
No trust friend no trust friend
Mama said so i been say na lie
Nai you come dey jealous me
Nai you come dey backbite me
For my back you dey talk bad thing
For my front you dey chop my thing
Oluwa come and see stabbing
For my back na my gee stab me
This thing pain me to the core
I no fit lie to you joor joor
I no fit lie to you joor joor