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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave
Vocals
Boj
Vocals
Joe Reeves
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Joe Reeves
Songwriter
Bolaji Odojukan
Songwriter
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter
Jonathan Kweku Awote-Mensah
Songwriter
Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
Producer
Joe Reeves
Producer
P2J
Co-Producer
Leandro Hidalgo
Mixing Engineer
Colin Leonard
Mastering Engineer
Jonny Leslie
Engineer
Lyrics
JAE5
Look
Anyone weapon formed against me can't prosper
Imposter, I'ma fill 'em with lead
My best friend like Tommy Lee Sparta
I'm in the Gaza just tryna get bread
The Chinese wanna take weh Naija
Most of my people, they struggle in stress
Political corruption
I rise up until there ain't a government left
Cost to be the boss
Even though I'm financed, the man couldn't afford it
15, mummy found my shank
And I nearly got shipped, I was gonna do boardin'
I had a one lightie from Pecks
And a ten-ten Yoruba babe from Shoreditch
If you got a body like Uche
Text me and I'ma pay your father's mortgage
Listen, I'ma pay your uncle's rent
And if rap don't pay then we would've been getting it off of crack cocaine
I don't know how man could chat so brave
Little nigga, you ain't bad, no way
I think me, women, and Italian shoes
Work well together like Maggi and cube
Pretty in pink, but she badder in blue
If you were me, you'd be arrogant too
Óya tété dé
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óya tété dé o
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré
No enemy can curse me
Bad energy I give back to the sender
My life lessons must enter Lagos
I gotta go back in December
Club full of girls, I'm tipsy
A brownin' one wanna whine on me and kiss me
How she make it clap is a mystery
I see her pastor, I said, "Jesu Kristi"
I see a man say Christ of Nazareth
I yell, "Ay, your pum pum so fabulous"
First round, I thought I was dead but
It brought man back to life like Lazarus
The way she back up the somethin' and just-ooh, park it
You don't need mirrors and cameras
I've been getting money in from long time
The first rack that he made was laminate
I need my music right now, come on, man
Where is the fucking music?
Óya tété dé
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óya tété dé o
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré
Óya tété dé
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óya tété dé o
Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o
Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé
Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré
Writer(s): Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, David Orobosa Omoregie, Jonathan Kweku Awotwe-mensah, Bolaji Ojudokan, Joe Stephen Reeves
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