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the boy don kpie die, ah ah When am talking to My guyses The hustling hard, And the hustle get tactics You make ah rong move You end up like your daddy
Bitch righ now, yeah with all of y'all Pull up with the squad, yeah, all the guys-es Okay why you feeling down? I'll give you a lift Tell me what
feel me I want this money fast,Asin make this money sabi me And when I link up with my guys,E sure say we go flex All these pain when man Dey gather for
chauffeur it...I don't want you drivin' in your 30s Frontin' in the club poppin' bottles for the birdies like the wise men Need us in Bahamas with the guyses
Me I go sail if you no go do My ship no fit to capsize All of ma guyses don concur Cus na you wey go come on board Girl you light my world ashana You
of the guys-e dem say... Causing Confusion You dae cause Confusion babe Your Bodyshape Causing Frustration You Dae cause frustration babe Your Bodyshape I say
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