Top Songs By Keeya Keys
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Keeya Keys
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Keir Dickson
Composer
Quincy Ferreira
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Quincy
Producer
Wez Clarke
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
(Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber)
[Verse 2]
Yo, I used to drink Magnum before football training
And drop a dead ting cah I need practise
Charge it to the game like EA
Don't care what she say, not purpose
This girl called me a bad egg
But come running back when man hatches
Not a running back, but man still catches vibes live on a custom tactics
My bottoms boot cut like karate trousers
I had to bust them with some fly kicks
She got me when she look in my eyes
But I can't wife her cah she wear size six
She's too excited when I snap man's face when I'm in a crisis
This bread came with so many problems
But it's way better than my old life was
[Verse 3]
Bro, this beach license
Sending my bread through my Eastside ting
Feel like God bless my ting but bro got a problem, I'm beside him
Ten toes when I see siren
I got a thing for my new side-ting
Don't feel a thing when she's smiling
I'm not lying, babe, I'm freestyling
[Verse 4]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 5]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 6]
How could you tell me
My face looks like a seat? Nah, baby you're dumb (Are you dumb?)
You came to do lifestyle with me cah your man is a bum
You know what you do for a crah
But you try to move like I'm stupid or some'
Only want neck or I'm sleeping, I'm slumped
Next day beat the back like a bongo drum
The waiter just brought out the entrées, on my entry I spot the girl that I want
Yo, keep it 101
Can't trip up cah ah born Babylon
You ever been rejected? Nah, trust me it's a humbling one
And now you wanna move to me
Better spit out the words that you're stumbling on
[Verse 7]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 8]
Gyal slow down, wollan
I'm running behind like Haaland
Got a new bad ting from Holland
I bust my nut like voila
She moody, something like vola
I don't say bye, I just cut and ola
Yeah, my bro miss Juma
But pray Salat in a blacked out bomber
[Verse 9]
(Quincy Tell 'em)
Written by: Keir Dickson, Quincy Ferreira