Lyrics:
if they don't see
That I don't like people pushing me!
Hey man, what's the matter with you?
Oh, come on! everybody's going!
Chicken!
Nobody's gonna
Everyone's got crushes, someone call a coppa
Everybody blushes at the big show stoppa
I'm so luscious baby, come to papa
Oh, if I do say baby, what do you
a rider now
What they want from us motherfuckin' thug niggas?
Used to love niggas now I plug niggas, and slug niggas
Am I wrong? Niggas makin' songs,
a year to two years actually. By the
time you lot are listening to this, which is February, I mean as we know Can I Play With Madness was
released the 2nd
through her
Pant with biggy jam dope finish
Next minute she call her man
Say she dey come late
She dey Aja traffic jam
But, that's how it is in Lagos
No
Wish I could run away from my problems
But I know I can’t
Gon bounce back, strategize Ima make a plan
Outta state just hit me thru the telegram
Im
they-they’re looking for us. Do you wanna get caught by the police? Aside from that… I can’t stop thinking about that.. That thing… in the graveyard, you know…
of salt
Wisdom by the drop
Mommy know it all Abby
Listen when she talk Abby
Everybody's flawed Abby
Everybody falls
But everyone don't have
Their
a snowflake only matters in a blizzard
Everyone knows that nobody knows that
Everybody's all up in my, everybody's all up in my
Everybody's all up in my
once said what's beef to a man from the west
So you better come clean with the threats
no gree for anybody
I got no love to show even when it's in
To a state unknown
If I say that I'm leaving
Just got to hang on
'Cause we're just stars
Tryin'a get back to where we're from
And one by one
We're
When the minute's up, so are you
But everybody knows, everybody knows.
Watching the hour from the light in his eyes,
He waits for your soul to come in
But there's no use in using ex's mom for a reference
No ghost writer sometimes influenced by the spirit
No use in drinking to cleanse from past years
and you lit up like at gun point
Where you live? What you make? Where you come from?
All these questions being asked when you become
Something that you've
good to believe?
Yes, it's a myth concocted to keep us in our place (Sit down!)
His plan: a rocket escaping into space
Worker Bee, Worker Bee come in,
And curious George is still curious about his cage
We all have to be so sure
Because God's are masters of fate
And knowing where you come from
Makes it easier
rising on the hill
But my heart is a-tellin' me I love you still
I come back to the town from the flaming moon
I see you in the streets, I begin
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
Are you ready?
Woo
Free, baby
Boy, when you look at me
Do you judge me by my cover?
Got to be kiddin' me
To think that I'm that kind of lover
trip a referee (come on)
Tell by my attitude that I'm most definitely from (come on, come on)
In New York
Concrete jungle where dreams are made
of decks like a sleeve
If you’re known from the endz, then come out by all means
We’ll still bounce till it ends, I don’t doubt that we’ll leave
We don’t
wifey been dey stay for
Lekki happily
cll of a sudden, she come say we need
c house g
She come go bring this girl all the way
From Calabar, called Ekaette
pocket, not the safe, nigga
I pull up, come from skate, nigga
Up these Glocks, start skating, nigga
Put yo lil' body up in a lake, nigga
Shoot everybody up
he talk about the same shit from goddamn T.R.U.
you got D's,candy paint,wood grain with the leather seats
mercedes,baby,lady,baby,crazy,merecdes
I done
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