Lyrics:
[FTLT]
I said bitch
I'm a demon
What the fuck
Do you want from me
Told me to come over,
I told that girl what you want from me
Uh, said she
Skit
The kid from Africa,precisely Ghana
One of the best to ever gab the mic
He represents MTK , represents the youth of Africa
He use to go by
out the word by saying each letter) O..N..M…E.. On me!
O…N…M…E.. On me!
Hook:
Verse 2: Already drinking clear and now he cheefin sour. Buddy Lo probably
just off
Wasn't into her, yeah she still sucked it soft
cin't like to be cramped, so I bought a loft
Getting cheese, getting o‘s, callin it kroft
I
this passion with these pains
Baami gbadura bo
Don't love me I want muller
Pe jesu pada nbo
Me Feeling like It's not over
O le bami gbadura, but
Don't
This shit is L-I-T,
my girls are L-I-T!
They lookin' B-A-D,
we get it P-O-P poppin!
Let me see you P-O-P pop it!
Let me see you pop it right now.
Bitch
barawo
Last girl wey i met omoh na catfish
Different face from the one on app o
I even pay her transport back to Ajegunle
I nor know oo
Wetin i doo
Wetin i
Five O'clock in the office
New girl looks too good to mention
Call home...honey I'll be late
Something needs my personal attention
This wife
blessed by the L-O,
Say hello to my big partner,
Yo with this heavy metal,
I'm a rock ya,
I tell yo fuckin' block, bring your guns,
Ya bring your
to grave,
I can’t let them take my soul away,
When you say you love me can you show me,
Promise I won’t ever leave you lonely,
You my ride or die girl you
Time to man up no time for crying,
Maybe I'm just stressing, and I'll be fine.
I'm getting older and I'm still lonely,
But I'd rather die by myself then
hitting lobs like they O'Neal
Bro got rushed by gang unit beat us up like Emmett Till
to a crowded show, she sitting pretty right in the front row
She is a curse, she is the worst
Girl I hate your ghost the most
She called me her ecstasy
To O
the Jag' but they the wifey
Icey, is what my merchandise be
Know I'ma star, so they over-price me
Charli B'More be twice you bitch
Tell you got no style by
yeah)
Where you at? (Slatt, slatt, slatt)
Come on man, I'm not going by myself (yeah)
Why the fuck is you 'round me
If you ain't got no ass?
Put Young
and about coming
Home at late times
Lying to me like your phone
Fucking died
I smoke by the O
And i tour by myself
Different city , n miracles
Don't get it confused
Nah ni**a don't get it confused
STReet!!
Let's go!
Hook:
Don't get it confuse.. CourtST baby
Streets kno him by Decent
school bens with them bows to match
But its the Birdman daddy got them O's of crack
A nigga off the diet cause a nigga gettin fat
Them throwback jerseys
uptown funky
The way you make your booty bounce make me go crazy
Your front view is killing me your backside is threatening
Omo elele kilo koyii o
Ladies and Gentlemen, Boys and girls
You are now tuned into the township
I am your host, With the most
Maglera Doe Boy
Ke hora ya bo tselela,
remind me
That one point in my life I ever wanted you by me
She pretty, but she conniving, giant waste of my time and
Always leaving me crying, for some
to prove
You gon die wit that hate in yo heart, it ain't nun to lose
You gon die if you ain't playing yo part cause my niggas don't play by the rules
I swear
the van
Blowing that smoke all by the O
In high school I was the man
Aye still that nigga I know
Getting us out the jam, built for the pressure
Yeah this
got J-O-B's
Still they make 'em turn around and get down on they knees
Me, I'm screamin' in the house I just won by three
So when I run out
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