Lyrics

Okay, you'll turn up or what? Ice Prince Zamani and is Don-Jazzy again We don dey gather all the cheese, nigga Big shot chilling overseas, nigga Fast whips, automatic keys, nigga So when we drive by, e dey be like the breeze, nigga Look around my team, you know I'm ill, nigga Surulere cats dey call me "real nigga" I've been around the world, and it wasn't Like free, nigga Everyday and anywhere I hustle I can't afford to be cheated, nigga I'm pissed off, and I'm angry Oops, I don't mean it like that When I say "pissed off, and I'm angry" I'm talking 'bout how I bring it right back "Oleku" to "feeling my superstar" Jude already said who we are Too much on my books, my nigga, my next show might be Jupiter Walahi That's the word on the streets, nigga I got my money and my goons, I call em "Gs", nigga R.I.P Dagrin, truly, that's a real nigga Must be all your prayers wey dey make Some people feel niggas Turn up I no dey chill with all these crap niggas Them go smile with you and then stab you For back, nigga Say Zamani na wash, na me be wack nigga The joke funny me die, I just dey laugh, nigga Camouflage on my body, I'm just a Jos nigga Chopping everyday, see my belly dey pot bigger Life is beautiful, homie, me sef, I just figured So when I see a hater, I don't give a fuck, nigga Deep inside me homie, I'm taking those shots at her Cuz Twitter people this day's connecting to dust quicker And these days I be getting sick And retarded, nigga I just got a full tank, and my engine Just started, nigga We don dey hammer overseas, nigga Boy them blow a lot of trees, nigga At a junction, they call me "real nigga" Elegushi dey halla "Oshey", and they feel nigga We don dey hammer overseas, nigga Boy them blow a lot of trees, nigga At a junction, they call me "real nigga" Elegushi dey halla "Oshey", and they feel nigga T-T-Turn up They don dey talk, they don dey feel bigger But na we dey chill with Trey Songz and them Big Tigger Real Gs move in silence, we only think milla Big man blowing sirens, I'm like a chinchilla And obviously I don't give a hoot, nigga I'm on a Jazzy beat and still ain't put a hook, nigga The beat is toning down, it's a moment of truth, nigga What else do you expect from an M.I recruit, nigga? I'm always overseas, I'm like a boat, nigga Broke records, my record was broke nigga They claiming they balling and I'm getting the joke, nigga E no pass all the Instagram wey them dey post, nigga We getting money overseas, nigga Boy them blow a lot of trees, nigga Omota dey shayo, call me real nigga Elegushi dey halla "Oshey", and they feel nigga Turn up We don dey hammer overseas, nigga Boy them blow a lot of trees, nigga Aboki dey halla, say "na real nigga" Elegushi dey halla "Oshey", and they feel nigga
Writer(s): Michael Collins, Panshak Zamani Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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