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Abanikanda Video (MV)




Performed By: Zinoleesky
Featuring: Naira Marley
Genre(s): Afrobeats
Language: Yoruba
Length: 3:27
Written by: Azeez Oniyide, Azeez Fashola
Released: September 6th, 2024
Year: 2024




Zinoleesky - Abanikanda Lyrics
Official




[ Featuring Naira Marley ]

Ahh, mm-mm-mmm
Tomsomirisoninagor

T'oba rimi won, ah, t'oba rimi, won ja
Say them no fit talk again, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one no be Honda
B'oshe gbe'fe funmi, me, I still dey wonder, ahn
Omo kekere, owo nla
Mo bawon wey igbo (mo bawon wey igbo), mo wey igbo nla
Say dem no dey feel my song, ajeh, iro nla
My mama dey my back, say my God dey run am

Leave that lil' boy, let'hin talk his mind, a ma gbe ifoti fun
Kole to'yen, 'cause a'le jawon ni ifun
Ama shebi danfo conductor, fi gba won l'enu
Jade tan, sheb'oni pe "o l'enu"
Efizzy yi por gan oh, Zino' rora oh
Kilode t'on kanra oh?
Emi de tin para l'ati ano wa oh
Ko s'omo na t'oma l'ohun o mo wa oh

Awa l'apo sasa mura oh
Mmm, pull up with my shakabula oh
No beef, emi fe pa mullah oh
Omo oba l'emi, you can go ask Sula oh

Melo mofe da?
Moni "baby, elo l'ofe gba?"
O ni "Zino', iwo nte pedal"
Moni "she'wo gan ori weather?"
Awa o ma ni s'eleya
Emi pelu paddie mi Naira
Ahead ahead, l'aman ro kila fera?
Rolls Royce kokin shee Velar
Mm, awon ke, won oni level
Won ni soprano, won ni treble
When dem see me, dem dey tremble
When we enter, everywhere dey smell like trouble

Smell like trouble
Them buy me your CD
I'm just warning, you wanna see me
Mm-mm, said she wanna feel me
Said, she wanna f*cking with no jimmie (mm-mm)
Them'a no wanna see me
When dem see me, dem saare, dem mere, they japa
But I just like, I'm palaba
Apa wa fun'mo tio l'apa

Mere
When dem see me, dem panic
Once they see me, they won't stop running
When we pull up, it's tragic
Make a man disappear like magic
If them pull up in a maffi
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Leader, all pour in a casket

T'oba rimi won, won ja
Say them no fit talk again, abanikanda (abanikanda)
Ferrari, this one no be Honda
B'oshe gbe'fe funmi, me, I still dey wonder, ahn
Omo kekere, owo nla
Mo bawon wey igbo (mo bawon wey igbo), mo wey igbo nla
Say dem no dey feel my song, ajeh, iro nla
My mama dey my back, say my God dey run am

Leave that lil' boy, let him talk his mind, a ma gbe ifoti fun
Kole to'yen, 'cause a'le jawon ni ifun
Ama shebi danfo conductor, fi gba won l'enu
Jade tan, sheb'oni pe "o l'enu"
Efizzy yi por gan oh, Zino' rora oh
Kilode t'on kanra oh?
Emi de tin para l'ati ano wa oh
Ko s'omo na t'oma l'ohun o mo wa oh

Awa l'apo sasa mura oh
Mmm, pull up with my shakabula oh
No beef, emi fe pa mullah oh
Omo oba l'emi, you can go ask Sula oh
(Don Baby)
(Boombah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

[ Correct these Lyrics ]

Ahh, mm-mm-mmm
Tomsomirisoninagor

If they look at me, they'll run, ah, if they look at me, they'll scatter
They can't talk anymore, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one is not a Honda
The way she carries herself, I still wonder
Young girl, lots of money
I hang out with those who smoke (I hang out with those who smoke), I smoke a lot
They say they don't feel my song, it's a big lie
My mama's got my back, and my God makes it happen

Leave that little boy, let him speak his mind, we'll slap him
That's not enough, because we'll cut them from the inside
We'll act like a bus conductor and shut them up
Once they come out, they'll say "you've got a mouth"
This bragging is too much, Zino, calm down
Why are you getting so worked up?
I'm also intense from the past
No child will have what we have

We are loaded, get ready
Mmm, pull up with my homemade gun
No beef, I just want to make money
I'm a prince, you can go ask Sula

How many do I want to judge?
I asked, "Baby, how much do you want?"
She said, "Zino, you're not slowing down"
I asked, "Aren't you feeling the weather?"
We don't joke around
Me and my buddy Naira
Always moving forward, how can we not be fierce?
Rolls Royce, not a Velar
Mm, they don't have levels
They're soprano, they're treble
When they see me, they tremble
When we enter, everywhere smells like trouble

Smells like trouble
They buy my CD
I'm just warning you if you want to see me
Mm-mm, she said she wants to feel me
She said she wants to f*ck without a condom (mm-mm)
They don't want to see me
When they see me, they scatter, they run away
But I just laugh, I'm a problem
My arm is strong for those who think they're strong

They run
When they see me, they panic
Once they see me, they won't stop running
When we pull up, it's tragic
Make a man disappear like magic
If they pull up with a crew
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Leader, all poured in a casket

If they look at me, they'll scatter
They can't talk anymore, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one is not a Honda
The way she carries herself, I still wonder
Young girl, lots of money
I hang out with those who smoke (I hang out with those who smoke), I smoke a lot
They say they don't feel my song, it's a big lie
My mama's got my back, and my God makes it happen

Leave that little boy, let him speak his mind, we'll slap him
That's not enough, because we'll cut them from the inside
We'll act like a bus conductor and shut them up
Once they come out, they'll say "you've got a mouth"
This bragging is too much, Zino, calm down
Why are you getting so worked up?
I'm also intense from the past
No child will have what we have

We are loaded, get ready
Mmm, pull up with my homemade gun
No beef, I just want to make money
I'm a prince, you can go ask Sula
(Don Baby)
(Boombah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]

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Yoruba

Ahh, mm-mm-mmm
Tomsomirisoninagor

T'oba rimi won, ah, t'oba rimi, won ja
Say them no fit talk again, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one no be Honda
B'oshe gbe'fe funmi, me, I still dey wonder, ahn
Omo kekere, owo nla
Mo bawon wey igbo (mo bawon wey igbo), mo wey igbo nla
Say dem no dey feel my song, ajeh, iro nla
My mama dey my back, say my God dey run am

Leave that lil' boy, let'hin talk his mind, a ma gbe ifoti fun
Kole to'yen, 'cause a'le jawon ni ifun
Ama shebi danfo conductor, fi gba won l'enu
Jade tan, sheb'oni pe "o l'enu"
Efizzy yi por gan oh, Zino' rora oh
Kilode t'on kanra oh?
Emi de tin para l'ati ano wa oh
Ko s'omo na t'oma l'ohun o mo wa oh

Awa l'apo sasa mura oh
Mmm, pull up with my shakabula oh
No beef, emi fe pa mullah oh
Omo oba l'emi, you can go ask Sula oh

Melo mofe da?
Moni "baby, elo l'ofe gba?"
O ni "Zino', iwo nte pedal"
Moni "she'wo gan ori weather?"
Awa o ma ni s'eleya
Emi pelu paddie mi Naira
Ahead ahead, l'aman ro kila fera?
Rolls Royce kokin shee Velar
Mm, awon ke, won oni level
Won ni soprano, won ni treble
When dem see me, dem dey tremble
When we enter, everywhere dey smell like trouble

Smell like trouble
Them buy me your CD
I'm just warning, you wanna see me
Mm-mm, said she wanna feel me
Said, she wanna f*cking with no jimmie (mm-mm)
Them'a no wanna see me
When dem see me, dem saare, dem mere, they japa
But I just like, I'm palaba
Apa wa fun'mo tio l'apa

Mere
When dem see me, dem panic
Once they see me, they won't stop running
When we pull up, it's tragic
Make a man disappear like magic
If them pull up in a maffi
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Leader, all pour in a casket

T'oba rimi won, won ja
Say them no fit talk again, abanikanda (abanikanda)
Ferrari, this one no be Honda
B'oshe gbe'fe funmi, me, I still dey wonder, ahn
Omo kekere, owo nla
Mo bawon wey igbo (mo bawon wey igbo), mo wey igbo nla
Say dem no dey feel my song, ajeh, iro nla
My mama dey my back, say my God dey run am

Leave that lil' boy, let him talk his mind, a ma gbe ifoti fun
Kole to'yen, 'cause a'le jawon ni ifun
Ama shebi danfo conductor, fi gba won l'enu
Jade tan, sheb'oni pe "o l'enu"
Efizzy yi por gan oh, Zino' rora oh
Kilode t'on kanra oh?
Emi de tin para l'ati ano wa oh
Ko s'omo na t'oma l'ohun o mo wa oh

Awa l'apo sasa mura oh
Mmm, pull up with my shakabula oh
No beef, emi fe pa mullah oh
Omo oba l'emi, you can go ask Sula oh
(Don Baby)
(Boombah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
English

Ahh, mm-mm-mmm
Tomsomirisoninagor

If they look at me, they'll run, ah, if they look at me, they'll scatter
They can't talk anymore, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one is not a Honda
The way she carries herself, I still wonder
Young girl, lots of money
I hang out with those who smoke (I hang out with those who smoke), I smoke a lot
They say they don't feel my song, it's a big lie
My mama's got my back, and my God makes it happen

Leave that little boy, let him speak his mind, we'll slap him
That's not enough, because we'll cut them from the inside
We'll act like a bus conductor and shut them up
Once they come out, they'll say "you've got a mouth"
This bragging is too much, Zino, calm down
Why are you getting so worked up?
I'm also intense from the past
No child will have what we have

We are loaded, get ready
Mmm, pull up with my homemade gun
No beef, I just want to make money
I'm a prince, you can go ask Sula

How many do I want to judge?
I asked, "Baby, how much do you want?"
She said, "Zino, you're not slowing down"
I asked, "Aren't you feeling the weather?"
We don't joke around
Me and my buddy Naira
Always moving forward, how can we not be fierce?
Rolls Royce, not a Velar
Mm, they don't have levels
They're soprano, they're treble
When they see me, they tremble
When we enter, everywhere smells like trouble

Smells like trouble
They buy my CD
I'm just warning you if you want to see me
Mm-mm, she said she wants to feel me
She said she wants to f*ck without a condom (mm-mm)
They don't want to see me
When they see me, they scatter, they run away
But I just laugh, I'm a problem
My arm is strong for those who think they're strong

They run
When they see me, they panic
Once they see me, they won't stop running
When we pull up, it's tragic
Make a man disappear like magic
If they pull up with a crew
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Give them 4 like Fantastic
Leader, all poured in a casket

If they look at me, they'll scatter
They can't talk anymore, abanikanda
Ferrari, this one is not a Honda
The way she carries herself, I still wonder
Young girl, lots of money
I hang out with those who smoke (I hang out with those who smoke), I smoke a lot
They say they don't feel my song, it's a big lie
My mama's got my back, and my God makes it happen

Leave that little boy, let him speak his mind, we'll slap him
That's not enough, because we'll cut them from the inside
We'll act like a bus conductor and shut them up
Once they come out, they'll say "you've got a mouth"
This bragging is too much, Zino, calm down
Why are you getting so worked up?
I'm also intense from the past
No child will have what we have

We are loaded, get ready
Mmm, pull up with my homemade gun
No beef, I just want to make money
I'm a prince, you can go ask Sula
(Don Baby)
(Boombah)
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Azeez Oniyide, Azeez Fashola
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