Davido Lyrics
Immerse yourself in the vibrant energy of Davido’s Don’t Know, the seventh track on his acclaimed fifth studio album, 5ive. Released on April 18, 2025, 5ive marks a triumphant return to the high-energy Afrobeats that have solidified Davido’s status as a global music icon. Don’t Know stands out with its infectious rhythm and memorable hook, embodying the album’s blend of Afropop, R&B, and lovers rock influences.
In Don’t Know, Davido showcases his signature style, delivering lyrics that resonate with themes of love and ambition, all set to a beat that’s impossible not to dance to. The track contributes to the album’s narrative of personal growth and cultural pride, reinforcing Davido’s position at the forefront of the Afrobeats movement.
Davido – Don’t Know Lyrics
Verse 1
Fuck all the clout
I'm with my thoughts (Yeah, yeah)
Thinking alone (Thinking alone)
It time alone
Liquor in my cup
Taking many shots
All the shayo no dey work
I need you for my body and soul
I fọ for you o ti lọ
Give me that thing thin do
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, toy, toy
Come to me bẹbẹ n lọ
No waste time osiso
Pre-Chorus
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
Chorus
You don't, you don't, you don't even know what you do to me (You don't)
You don't еven know what you do to me (Ah, you don't)
You don't evеn 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)
You don't even know what you do to me (Ah, you don't)
You don't even know what you do to me
Verse 2
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
Pre-Chorus
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
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Chorus
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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