Lyrics:
Takerewa
Dakun sun gbalaja
I'm so ready for ya
I go spoil you madam
Funmi ni ginjah
Funmi ni ginjah
Girl you more than the whole world o
I just
Ayangbana another point of reference
But I go take una one by one
Cus even the sun and the moon dey take am turn by turn
As long as my will dey turn my fire
stand okay (Yes)
See kettle calling the pot black like the reverends
Ayangbana another point of reference
But I go take una one by one
Cus even the sun
of mine (yeah)
No rest contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Air out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't
moment
Actions speak louder than words
I know who really want it
It don’t take all day to see if the sun is out
Everybody got excuses, but nobody running
a funeral
Many girls but i don't see them
Cause my shorthy set like the sun around 5p.m
You know my album State of Surprise
You know my right eye, shorthy
Kill one of them wise guys
You gotta kill a hundred
They just keep coming after you
I done broke bread with some niggas
Read from like every book
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
contest, contract to sign
By blood, I'm in this squad for life
Hear about out my windpipes, and I just chime
I'm the reason you guys won't say that line
Super Bowl champs celebrate like me
With Escobar cigars, let me say my piece
Money attract money, statewide hustlers
Jewelry sellers exposed by these
next until the album drops
And is this icing on the cake, in fact it's applesauce
The type you eat when you're awake and toss the the albatross away
alright
Bobby Sherman, Christmas album, that's where I got my style from, quite frankly
And I had this Panamanian tailor, this guy name Mr. Holt
I mean
lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas throw us on they album
hats
And I don't like Proof, punk-ass, he think he tough
He keep thirty niggaz with him, cause he weak as fuck!
I ever catch you by yourself, I'ma fuck
slip, I'll whip
Cuz homeboy, ya slippin'
I understand that music calms the savage beast
But keep in mind that I compose my music piece by piece
out, I'm the C-A-S-A-N, the O-V-A
And the rest is F-L-Y
You see I go by the code of the doctor of the mix
And these reasons I'll tell you why
You
that outlives him
Like Malcolm did, we are out of sync
And out of time by the sound of things
Arms long like Dhalsim is how to win
Best murder machine
I'm that guy
You already know I don't got to say why
Ya'll don't eat pussy but to me it tastes fine
Let it grow on you little boy it takes time
ain't mine
Let it go, let it go, let it go
'Cause you ain't mine
Let it go, let it go, let it go
I'll find myself another guy
Let, let, let it go,
No reason, for nobody's momma to cry
See I'm a good guy, I'm tryin to stick around for my daughter
But if I should die, I know all of my albums support
para
Who be dis guy dem Dey ask dem
Thank God Shey we surpass dem
I Give dem back to back -Give dem
Ma je kan sun o -Give Dem
Give dem wat Dem like -give
I be lookin' like bye-bye
By the way, namaste, where your momma stay?
Tell her Ronnie comin' round the way, lucky day
I be comin' with the God body
Me
a gun it's old P, new P
Prob'ly layin' in the sun
Prob'ly on a PI, if I call you king
I ain't talkin' 'bout rap, nigga
That status go to BI
You can fuck
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