[Verse 1] Step in clean, no stress Ashanti smile, fine finesse You dey look my way I no fit behave Every move you make Make my chest go race On my phone, no call Still I want you all
[Pre-Chorus] Hold on, small small You dey bend my mind One touch, I fall Every single time Come close, no fear Let me hear your laugh When you near me here I forget my path
[Chorus] Kpa kpa move You dey do me well Kpa kpa move Make my whole soul melt Kpa kpa move Baby, come my side Kpa kpa move I dey feel your vibe
[Verse 2] I dey rap, you dey sing Now we make it sweet Your waistline talk Put me on repeat From Accra road To the dance floor glow When your name come up Everybody know I no dey front I no dey pretend If you want my heart You fit hold the end
[Pre-Chorus] Hold on, small small You dey bend my mind One touch, I fall Every single time Come close, no fear Let me hear your laugh When you near me here I forget my path
[Chorus] Kpa kpa move You dey do me well Kpa kpa move Make my whole soul melt Kpa kpa move Baby, come my side Kpa kpa move I dey feel your vibe
[Bridge] Ah, now you got me talking in circles One look and the room go purple If you move like that, make I follow Make we run this night till tomorrow
[Chorus] Kpa kpa move You dey do me well Kpa kpa move Make my whole soul melt Kpa kpa move Baby, come my side Kpa kpa move I dey feel your vibe
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Afrobeat with a rap-sung blend, midtempo bounce and syncopated percussion; verse rides sparse log drum and guitar stabs, pre-chorus opens with claps and rising chants, chorus hits with buoyant hook harmonies and call-response repeats. Lead vocal switches from quick rap pockets to melodic phrases, with stacked doubles on the hook, ad-lib echoes, and short delay throws on the last word. Ear candy: reversed risers into the chorus, crispy shaker fills, and sliding sub accents under the drops. Bright, punchy, club-ready mix with warm low end., rap, afrobeat, lyrical, theme