Lyrics:
he was bi
It didn't matter, his whole life was lie
So now all of his focus went to proving to people
That he loved women and only women and that being
of curse words
Old folks see me and they say that I'm a heathen
Bi-ch I am a God and my lady is a goddess
Can tell by my dreads, rudeboy kind of wicked
You killed it
They call me
Oluwa Feimous
When I wake up in the morning
And I thank God for my lifey
As the hustle no dey funny
And the pressure is
weh oh weh
I can do what I believe
By the power of the Holy ghost
I can do it exceedingly.
Beyond expectations I can do all things through
have I can’t treat it anyhow
You are mesmerizing and I’ll do anything to make you smile
Living the good life
we stay high to fly
She is going
happy’s a paper plane
dame fe’ then pa lante
Don’t take my faith by piece
yeeeeeeah (oh Yeah!)
yeaaaaaah (Faith by piece)
Ooooooooooh!
Dem a know dam
Da da - da da da bi da d’ da da
da da da bi da
Hustle on the street ko gbagidi
You can make it to the top if you believe
Omo na turn by turn e dey be
question of life now
Look at the nigga next to you right now
Is he real, fake or scared
Do it like this niggas right hands in the air
Ball it to a fist
My history bruised by 400 years of slavery
Every day the tragedy resounds in the depths of my memory
Trough over the years I’ve learnt to speak
deinen Kopf, Optik Scientology
I got the Remy, man, Tom Cruise, meint grad, es is wirklich einfach
Tanz den Kaas, bis deine Schädeldecke abfällt und du
deinen Kopf, Optik Scientology
I got the Remy, man, Tom Cruise, meint grad, es is wirklich einfach
Tanz den Kaas, bis deine Schädeldecke abfällt und du
And im looking at watches
And dont know the tyme
And i know why i do it
I know why i shine
And i gotta keep stacking
And i dont even mind
I run the bloc
ɛya bue me ooh
korkorkor
me dɔ me dɔ me dɔ me dɔ eh
Sɛ me bom ɛya bue me ooh
Ná minnim sɛ ɔdɔ bi yɛ owu
do you know the best rappers in the
world
Tear it up
All of my boys go tear it up
Oh
I be that ni untamed I'll fu your bitch with my main
Oh
Ni claim they selling dope bi yo ass still
he's to hard
I don't do well in crowd it's me myself coz I'm to bad
So I started rap by 12 pull it up that shit is crazy
A broken up kid living with
to finish off yo a
You a walkin' dead and it's a fact
You slimey niggas play the game wrong
Get popped, can't do they time so they sang songs
I turned
Shebi Iwo lon je ki jina
(Not by my power)
lo je jina
( Not by my might)
jina
Oluwa
(Olu wah wah wah ah)
Shanu funmi
I know I'm a sinner
Bi mon she gbe
Abaa kesi bi da minantem ah
Ama me girli bi ontumin da ey ya
Ofr3 me daa like midi ni kaa ey ya
She wants it now and everyday ya yeah
Abaa kesi bi da
I'm undead
Mu-Murdered by
That time when they tried
To make me feel fine
And it's sad
I mean what the fuck?
Why I'm trying to hide?
I hope a tí ready
things that I do
And boy, I never pay attention at time
(It passes so fast)
Although I call you on the phone
Honey, I get a thing
Only one thing
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
And Nelly and Missy and Jigga
God damn, it's all a plan devised by the Man, it's a conspiracy
Against fake shit, and anybody who can't make hits or ain't
Charle anytime wey i do my thing
Moni lati shey dada
Every day by day man on the street
Eleda wa gbemi ga
Odi dan dan
Moni lati lowo o
Eleda wa
wrist don't got time today
Whatever I start I go all the way
All the way
Yea all the way
Whatever you do you gone fall away
Ring at the door, who is it
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