Lyrics:
Roadman straight out the bando
On the road chasing that dough
Mani bri abri p3 sika no
Joe wo cross mea wawu ohh
B3bia me firi no
Y3 nkora nkoa na
and he shook my hand
We tried to pawn it in to haveg some for fare for the jam
He said, "it's fake", and I said "what? ", he said "I'm sorry", I said
on the road, I'm still gon' get by
I would jump off a plane just to chill in the sky
Face-to-face with the clouds, lookin' at them in the eye
Yeah, boy you
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
him an' me
And he just looked disgusted an' pointed toward the telephone
I called up the station down the road a ways
And he said he wasn't very
is where it goes
Walking down that dirty road
From my head down to my toes
They say I'm gangster I'm gangster
Cause the way that I be walking
Is
on the backroads
Threw me in a river I came out with Benjis I'm making cash flow
The tears were trickling down my face to the floor board
Then I made 3 fly out
the sound too
By now you should know you are the only one
Only one wey wey dey hold me down
I have been on the road for the Doe you should know
Never say you
kyer3 me koraa ansa na me betu afri fie
Nti menam hc aa me mpaebc ne s3 m3y3 fie
Baabia sika no wc na ya sum me afidei
By any means necessarily
clothes
But I use to rock my bro's hand me downs
On the road taking the bus to Barrydowne never made honor roll, my family let down
Putting me
I'm a 7-Trey Chevrolet Impala dunk ridah.
I'll blow ya doors off.
You race your car 'gainst my car,
I'll leave your ass so far you'll doze off.
then we'll talk for real
I'm on the road
To heaven knows where
And I'm feeling okay, yeah
I'm feeling okay
More, more, more, more, more, more,
folks
But she's everything to me
Cause my whole world lies waiting behind door number three
Oh Monty, Monty, Monty, I am walking down your hall
God
I'ma break that bitch down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end
down
Out of town for the weekend, accompanied by three friends
I'm supplyin' all y'all drinks then
Vacationin' from work, end up takin' time off
Had
bitch, I'm fucking with the fleek hoes
And I'd never give my soul up for a bankroll
Niggas get lucky standing right there by the rainbow
No rain though,
up on this roads
Im feeling my flow
Get turn by notes
They know what up
I’m feeling this personal
Everything seem bumping
I tune it up on it
Yea, yea, fye, fye, fye, fye, yea, yea
"Turn me up 3c"
It's whatever so smooth
They left me for dead I'm making them feel it,
So I got to get it I
how you run
Many a man has lost his life by trying to make lost time
But if you run your engine right, you'll get there just on time?
Up the road he
and kick it wit' me for a minute
Y'know what I'm sayin', come and ride wit' ya boy man, Hey!
Y'all ready know what it is, hey,
We gone swing by some
if I get knock at the door or a call from
You
I live my life, like it's my last day
Hit skins like she's my last babe
Hit the road, like it's the last
three, they're still on the prequel
I'm on the shoulders of giants, man, I'm gonna free fall
Deep down, we all know there's more to life
Than just
nigga think they could fuck around
Real niggas do real things
By all means, niggas knowing how we get down, it goes
Shoot 'em up, just shoot 'em up,
mad I'm on the road, then wish me home
And if you mad that I'm right, punk wish me wrong
But after your three wishes, blow it out ya ass!
It's time
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