BODA LUKU..Bisola Drops New single

Bisola Aiyeola popularly known by her first name Bisola, is the second runner of  2017 Big Brother Naija Edition, Drops her brand new single titled BODA LUKU....The song is a perfect blend of afro melody with a catchy tone, and a little bit of comedy in typical Bisola fashion.. The song was produced by the talented Adey and released under Temple record label.. Bisola narrowly missed out of 25million grand Price when she was beating by the whiskers to EFE..in last year's edition of BNN.

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