Lyrics:
qa usu na npkada kupuqa
On a gidi vibes oqa chukwu Masor nkem
Jibia
No sleeping on a bicycle for Warri oo ooh
Man wey the sleep na how you go do
crossing sal'sbury plain on a bicycle:
And he and the crew are on bicycles too, which they've
Somehow or other invested in,
And he's telling the tars all
then I seen them the last time
Then selling dimes, now it's quarter keys, stacking G's
In the South Indies
My nigga them folks riding bicycles among
love you
You can drive your car
To the county fair
Or ride your bicycle anywhere
It doesn't matter that much to me
'Cause we're pretty good
Kilofeshe femile
Who getti whole world in his hands
Na my daddy my daddy my daddy
2 4 7 he Dey keepy me company
And he tell me no Dey stress ni
For
have given company
(They see no evil in leading their bodies from home)
Believer, you'll leave her in leaving them all
(No, but I don't buy it)
We dumpin over you
We do walk-bys, skip-bys, bicycle-bys
Waterhose douse-bys
Bush-in-front ya-house-bys (yes)
Bein a rider is more than sound effects
bicycle
Baby mi love off yuh company
Ooh yea yea yeah
Gyal free yourself baby come for me
Ooh yeah yeah yeah
Go home no oh
Shi naw guh waan fi
Go home no oh
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so white they look like icicles
I'm getting sick
spills
That's how we do it, you chicks is no thrill
Doin' it Flinstones style, car with no wheels
Still on tricycles, riding bicycles
Our diamonds be so
Don't say you don't love me
My beat beating heart could stop this hemisphere
In your company for forever or for now.
Don't say you don't need me.
My
out the bungalow, stains on my underclothes
Safety pin, breakin' the rocks (let's go)
Surrounded by junkies, I keep in my company
Need 'em a wake
featuring J Treds
[announcer]
Mr. Len a.k.a. Space Ghost please commence intro
Company Flow perform J Treds prepare
El P
I'VE GOT A BICYCLE
YOU CAN RIDE IT IF YOU'RE LICENSED TO
PLEASE DO NOT SHOUT
I'M SIMPLY READING YOUR MOUTH
STEP INSIDE MY AEROPLANE, IT IS
MADE OUT
a bicycle with no gears
The father of my suicide I would soon revere
I no longer wanna write if it starts with dear
The letters only remind my mind of those
My money
My money
My money
My money
Ridin' down the street
Catchin' twenty on my bicycle
Little lonely children
Suckin' on their popsicles
Suit
I took a leaflet from a mormon on a bicycle
I didn't want you to know
I took a pamphlet from a pushy evangelical
And I hid it at home
I took a pen I
sleep on d bicycle
U no fit use Rolls Royce ,compare tricycle
I need money
I no wan dy chop particles
Am from oke ogun igbeti
E’je ki ran yan leti
are all over
im impressed by your heat. you give me company.
Im the soldier
fire warrior
soldier of fortune.
dancing in the
bare moonlight
soldier
parking lot on a tandem bicycle racked up
I need a bi bitch and her girlfriend in my shack smoking psilocybin
Fucked up off the NyQuil mixed with pineapple
thanks Lord - he will not rest in peace
My bicycle didn't have engine controller
Stuff pedal workout - I want motorroller!
Stuff pedal controller - I want
thanks Lord - he will not rest in peace
My bicycle didn't have engine controller
Stuff pedal workout - I want motorroller!
Stuff pedal controller - I want
Come on man dont read my books
You sit and stare and give me looks
Monkeys come and shake my tree
Located at my company
You're hiring them to rock my
He spends his days in good company
Killing time and slaloming through his friends.
They don't like that he's happy
cnd they're happy when he's not
.jpg/200px-No-man_@_klub_studio_(8098155684).jpg "Tim Bowness")
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