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DaVido - Don't Know Lyrics



DaVido - Don't Know Lyrics
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O-obah
Wah dem a say?
F*ck all the clout
I'm with my thoughts (yeah, yeah)
Thinking alone (thinking alone)
It's time to go
Liquor in my cup
Taking many shots
But the shayo no dey work
I need you for my body and soul
I fọ for you, o ti lọ
Give me that ti-ti tọ
Wey dey make we dey sweet sweet talk
Blow me like a pin pin pop
You and I supposed to link up
The way you move that toy, toy, toy
Come to me bẹbẹ n lọ
No waste time osiso
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to mе (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
You don't, you don't, you don't еven know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton o ti lọ
O ti lọ (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Gucci bag, Versace, o ti lọ
O ti lọ
So I dey call your phone make we talk together
Leave my girl, my only chikala
Bring your body make I feel the balabala
Chop my raba raba, chop the gala gala
No dey para para, I no go wahala
Sweet like panla, fit pa
Swear to God you dey use kayamata
Sweet my body and blow my oblangata
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
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O-obah
Wah dem a say?
F*ck all the clout,
I'm with my thoughts.
Thinking alone, Thinking alone,
It's time to go
Liquor in my cup,
Taking many shots,
But the alcohol's not working.
I need you for my body and soul.
I fell for you, now you're gone.
Give me that sweet thing,
That makes us sweet-talk.
Blow me like a pin pop,
You and I were meant to link up.
The way you move that toy, toy, toy.
Come to me,
Don't waste time, quickly.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton, gone already.
Gone already. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gucci bag, Versace, gone already.
Gone already.
So I'm calling your phone, let's talk together.
Leave my girl, my only love.
Bring your body so I can feel the rhythm.
Enjoy my world, taste the joy.
No stress, I'll cause no trouble.
Sweet like panla fish, we fit perfectly.
Swear to God, you've got me enchanted.
Sweeten my body and stimulate my senses.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
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Yoruba

O-obah
Wah dem a say?
F*ck all the clout
I'm with my thoughts (yeah, yeah)
Thinking alone (thinking alone)
It's time to go
Liquor in my cup
Taking many shots
But the shayo no dey work
I need you for my body and soul
I fọ for you, o ti lọ
Give me that ti-ti tọ
Wey dey make we dey sweet sweet talk
Blow me like a pin pin pop
You and I supposed to link up
The way you move that toy, toy, toy
Come to me bẹbẹ n lọ
No waste time osiso
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to mе (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
You don't, you don't, you don't еven know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton o ti lọ
O ti lọ (yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh, yeh)
Gucci bag, Versace, o ti lọ
O ti lọ
So I dey call your phone make we talk together
Leave my girl, my only chikala
Bring your body make I feel the balabala
Chop my raba raba, chop the gala gala
No dey para para, I no go wahala
Sweet like panla, fit pa
Swear to God you dey use kayamata
Sweet my body and blow my oblangata
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Girl you dey ginger me kọrọ
Lalẹ Friday o n lọ, titi Monday o n lọ
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me (ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
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English

O-obah
Wah dem a say?
F*ck all the clout,
I'm with my thoughts.
Thinking alone, Thinking alone,
It's time to go
Liquor in my cup,
Taking many shots,
But the alcohol's not working.
I need you for my body and soul.
I fell for you, now you're gone.
Give me that sweet thing,
That makes us sweet-talk.
Blow me like a pin pop,
You and I were meant to link up.
The way you move that toy, toy, toy.
Come to me,
Don't waste time, quickly.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
Christian Dior, Louis Vuitton, gone already.
Gone already. (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Gucci bag, Versace, gone already.
Gone already.
So I'm calling your phone, let's talk together.
Leave my girl, my only love.
Bring your body so I can feel the rhythm.
Enjoy my world, taste the joy.
No stress, I'll cause no trouble.
Sweet like panla fish, we fit perfectly.
Swear to God, you've got me enchanted.
Sweeten my body and stimulate my senses.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
Girl, you get me fired up.
Girl, you get me fired up.
From Friday night till Monday, I'm going.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
You don't even know what you do to me.
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Writer: David Adedeji Adeleke, Yung Alpha
Copyright: Lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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Performed by: DaVido
From Album: 5ive
Genre(s): Afrobeats
Languages: Yoruba, English
Length: 2:46
Written by: David Adedeji Adeleke, Yung Alpha
Released: April 18th, 2025
Year: 2025
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