Lyrics:
ebami ki ebimi ni ile
Maleek Berry
Early morning we go celebrate
Super C
Ha ha ha nana nana
Awa na ti de atun bal
Atun ra motor
Awa na ti de atun
Okay ba mi ki ebi mi ninu le (Maleek berry)
Early morning we go celebrate (Super C)
Awa na ti dey
A tun bo a tun ra motor
Awa na ti dey
A tun ra ile
can't take that bitch no more
How many cars is it now mate?
Thats 3 cars!
3 fucking cars!
3 top-end motors as well!
I tell you what mate the only thing
to all my subscribers
Play the two doors, street car named desire
Came in Grindin’, Ye’ came Through the Wire
Met at the crossroads, Bone thugs inspired
I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
on you (I will shit on you)
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies (uh-huh)
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
you please start?
Funky, I'll kick your ass
Funky, would you please start?
Funky, here comes the man from the finance company
That's a nice car
exists, for each one of you
So how can you blame me for the things that I do?
Now I take second place to the motor car
In the score of killing kept thus
I will shit on you
I remain fatter than gluttony
Tapin' bombs on the back of record companies
Blow 'em up if they ain't want me
The national
boy Chevy cars, muscle up your motor, I told ya, meet me down on Hall street!! This is where we leave it all, out there on the street, nigga pull up
to the motor car
In the score of killing kept thus far.
And just remember, if you don't mind ---
It's not the gun that kills
But the man behind.
I am your gun.
the Christmas bonus
Or the new company truck
Keep that silly fucking uniform I
Had to wash and dry
I'm not a brick that's in your wall
But you're a thorn that's
depression, I'm feeling low
Lost my job, a bitter blow
Not sure I wanna hang around
Being here is bringing me down
On my knees
My car got towed by the company's
on
They own our house
They own our yard
They own the bed where we're lying
And they own the foreman
In his big motor car
They own our baby's crying
If I had
favorite TV show
So you
You drive me crazy boy
but I don't like you
I'm gonna eat a motor cycle and
Cars!
Well I can say
the more expensive the better
You
know I?m sick nigga? Lick my dick, nigga
Forty-four caliber killer gun toter
Hide your kneecaps in a Lexus motor
Pack your stomach in a compartment
Old
Indie as North Dakota
Tryna' build Coca-Cola
Papa loved baking soda
Mama ain't meet the quota
So my motor only run for me
and my Sharona
So if I
I be all be wanting it all
Money cars clothes
And a couple of broads
Just something to keep me company
When feeling alone
I fantasize about
fast
Trying to bust it out the dash
I go hard like a hemi, motor singing like a bitch
If you ain't about yo bread
You'll get left while we get rich
Big
Okay I'm way too brown to be working for blondes
Kick flip off the motor if I'm mowin the lawn
Spit this
Dope shit
Put it right in ya bong
Puff puff
even when it gets cloudy I see it through yeah
This money my company, I kick everyone out when it's coming through yeah
I put you on somethin' new
But
to couple, bust to get in.
I ain't got nothing to lean, you got the cup to get in.
I'm hoping you're tripping, know it's the only motor for ripping
This
publicists, radio promoters
With tight fitting jeans and cars that use motors
Round the maypole
A-hole!
We tiptoed into the studio a smidgen past noon
Mr.
but just in case you are
Computers don't join Unions. Would you leave the company car.
You try to find a job, but an indiscretion years ago,
Is down in
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