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Drake x J Hus Type Beat 2017 - More Fire - UK Afrobeat 🌴AfroSwing Instrumental 2018
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Tiggs Da Author
Tiggs Da Author
Vocals
JAE5
JAE5
Programming
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Songwriter
Jonathan Mensah
Jonathan Mensah
Songwriter
Ellis Taylor
Ellis Taylor
Songwriter
Adam Simon
Adam Simon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
JAE5
Producer
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Producer
B. Stokes
B. Stokes
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 2]
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
[Verse 3]
You can tell by the look in his eye, you can't trust him
I whip my menacing eye at a buff ting
My brudda got a sentence, came out bolo and Muslim
Now every sentence starts with, "Are you listenin'?"
Ch-ch-check this ting? I done the sick ting
All guns blazing, amazing
Boydem lurking, oh, you just missed him
Somewhere in the village with the old school ritual man with wisdom
Come back fresher, no pressure, my pleasure
Leng man cold, Juju J all up in your boat
I might've slipped up like oopsie daisy, I mean **** get popped everyday B
I'm in auntie's yard with the crooks
The money makes up for the looks
Death coming, I ain't sticking to the deadline
Tell them boys, better luck next time
[Verse 4]
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
[Verse 5]
I'm in auntie's yard with the mafia
You ain't real, you can't munch no jollof with us
I know my **** P plannin' something devious
And the other P looking like a walking VVS
We made the real funds, them man are just some funny ****
A couple real dons, why would I need twenty ****?
These days ten **** is way too many ****
Anyway, let's forget them any ****
I was in the can writing letters to Francine
Probably spent a rack on my canteen
Done like four months, it weren't a major thing
The day I came out, Cruddy went straight back in
Now I'm in my auntie's yard with the crooks again
They don't know how to behave, just look at them
I got a hundred opps and I don't think much of them
Still tryna do me so good luck to them
[Verse 6]
Ah yeah, I tell you my story
You think I'm crazy, baby, don't worry
I've seen friends that turn to snakes
I've seen real ones acting fake
If you think you get me, yeah
Good luck, chale
Yeah, yeah
[Verse 7]
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
[Verse 8]
Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh
Good luck, chale, good luck, chale
Written by: Adam Simon, Ellis Taylor, Jonathan Mensah, Momodou Jallow

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