Lyrics:
Pe Mo Ya Alaimore
(That Would Make Me An Ingrate)
Sebi’ Wo Lo F’oro Da’le Aye
(You Are The One Who Created The World By The Word)
Agbara Re Ma Lole
Who Stands By Me, Thank You)
B’oje Eniyan Lo Duro Mi Won A Ti Ma Soro
(If It Were A Person Who Stands By Me, They Will Gossip About It)
B’oje Eniyan Lo
envious from a dick on a hobbit so she took a stab
last week I had sex with a tall geek over 6 feet underground
with BUP watching me baby G and lucky linx
the devil is liar
He will mess with your mind
So, you end up in the fire
Don’t fall for that, you are loved by god
And I know you there, but hear me out
know that I can't say
Had a bad day
Had a bad week
Bitches mad now
That they met me
Hater on the move
Now they on the sees
Tell the waitor I'll
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his pants up
He
write the good rhymes
The whole scenery reminded me of good times
I don't like to feel that I'm put in a rut
By a young nigga that needs to pull his
the bag
Pop a tag
For the culture please
And I got the answers for the problems
Blacks hating Trump cause he trumped little Hilary Rodham
So we put her
clean
Wipe wipe the slate clean
Imma wipe the slate clean
Wipe wipe the slate clean
Two clever by a half nigga listen to me clean
(Verse One)
eighteen next week
He finds a team that's weak
He finally sees some peace
He blinded by the things
The world has to offer
He drowns in cough syrup
Mom from
gone stop by
Seen Little Key and them, it was two or three of them
Standin' in the line he said "I'ma pay for me and them"
Pulled his money out,
this bitch
Im the plug for the week
Got the gang by my side, know we're moving to the top
Yeah El Rico in this bitch
Yeah he's fucking up the snitch
I
(And I never mumble)
Yeah you hear me spittin' this straight heat
(My words never tremble)
Smokin' weed it's exotic not general
(Roll a backwood get me
when I was high in my feelings
Last week I seen 555
I stay connected like the wifi my
God call me yeah he writes my rhymes
God call me and he writes my
run the streets, a young runaway, live for today
When he died, I could hear him say, c'mon..
Time goes by, puffin on lye
Hopin' that it gets me
Attachment issues affected by me
I sent my brother a text last night
He never replied cos he's me and he's mean
I feel like the median I'm in the middle
More
Dizaster it's on you
Can y'all hear me man? Aw man
This gon' be a long night bro whooo! Whooo!
How we gon' chop this one the
Fuck up? What's up? Shouts out
they wouldn't mind tradin' places
With you by my side in my Mercedes
They say
He do a little this
He do a little that
He always in trouble (and I
the dorm lookin' hard as hell
I told 'em who I was and where I dwell
Some fool had beef and he ran up on me
Hear nothin' pop cause I spotted
One of my homies
might roll me a runt
Bitch I'm smoking gas in a blunt
White girl like Hilary duff
I beat her like she had enough
T and T you Twitter and Tough
Tell your
and pressed by strife
Because we're guaranteed moments of decompression in life
So listen to the words I speak
And let me tell you how I end my work week
Living
Brothers wan' play me, I blow they back out
I ain't with the "He say, she say", get the strap out
Got the bloodclaat and my tribe
Burn down 'ya house like
do you want me, i don't wanna dance
Talking to devil cause he's got a plan
I got a joint and a tab in my hand
You hear the… as I smile on a lens
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