Lyrics

We don't die, we multiply
Never touch down, till we touch the sky
I dey pass by, dem dey wonder why
Wonder why, wonder why
We don't die, we multiply
Never touch down, till we touch the sky
I dey pass by, dem dey wonder why
Anywhere l go, I dey colonize
Nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Nwa bịalụ, nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Olisa, lekwenụ mụ o
Ebe mụ na-eti ịgba, na-eti egwu mụ o
Chukwu, ụwa na-ekenekwa Gị o
Burukwa, riwekwa, kenee Gị o
Ana m ekenekwe Gị o
Duwekwe, chewe m, Chineke mụ o
Uh, I hold it down for my team
Fresh how they got us here
We took over the scene
So on point, I'm the undying machine
I know you come close
But, I own the marine
Hi, hi, hater, you can talk to the hand
Now, we dey fly high
While the other crash land
Cos now, we don't die, we multiply on the spam
When we leave with the bag, based on popular demand
Peace to the land (Nwa bịalụ ije)
I'm on the slow again
I'm here for the love and the dough again
Cos I'm rolling with best and Pros again
With the remix, they make it such a tolls again
Any push fit pour monkey
I'm like the president, so dey call me Lucky
Tomorrow carry belle
I'm never going back, I'm sorry, kpele
Everybody just say
Like play, like play
I dey fly like baseball kite, kite
Make am for this world
No be by muscle or by fight, fight
See, all this people dey won make I hide, hide
I no dey fear your face, your face dey see my face, dey hide
Oya sing, there's no more suffering in my life anymore
Anytime when I pass, the people they wan more
Mama and papa, them love me more
Mama dede (O ye gun)
When I keep doing what I'm doing, I'mma do it
Anytime I do it, see, everybody wanna jam it
See, dem wan make I cry
Dem want make I dey die
But, my brother, man and man, I'mma on to the next one
O gbangba, o gididi gidigi gbangba
Kugudonkundu dunkulu gbangba
Now, I'm loving the money oo
No time for minie, minie, minie, manie, moo
We don't die, we multiply
Never touch down, till we touch the sky
I dey pass by, dem dey wonder why
Anywhere l go, I dey colonize
Nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Nwa bịalụ, nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Olisa, lekwenụ mụ o
Ebe mụ na-eti ịgba, na-eti egwu mụ o
Chukwu, ụwa na-ekenekwa Gị o
Burukwa, riwekwa, kenee Gị o
Ana m ekenekwe Gị o
Duwekwe, chewe m, Chineke mụ o
(That's Mr. Raw)
Every 45 seconds, my phone dey beep
If no be text from fan, na calls from my peeps
Na all this blessings that I'm receiving
Bụ the main reason, mụnwa ji enye thanksgiving
Thank you, Papa God
Food dey belle
And extra still dey for cupboard
More money, more problems
Don't forget, if you no get
You go be problem to those wey get
2-4, m na-enye appreciation
We tap out, music, to me, be like Play Station
With patience, you go cook stone, e go soften
I dey run things now, with Kwai and Deraboston
We dey fly higher
Phyno Fino, Mr. Raw, ya na Timaya
Back tyre no suppose pass the front tyre
If you doubt me, go read the book of Isaiah
Ezigbo afa mụ bụ Chinedum
Ọ bụzi ya merenụ i ji edu m?
Chukwu Olisa nụ, ana m ekenekwe Gị o, o, o
Ọọ nnịnị?
Ọ gbajuo dọlụ, ọọ kwa Chi na-azọ m
Owu saba mụ, ọọ kwa Chi na-enye m
Chukwu Olisa, biko nalụ otito mụ o (Ọọ ka omere)
See, I don't mind them
When dey see me waka
They say, Mr. Flavour, e don kolo
I no send them
Cos when they hear my voice
They start to dey dancia eeh
I just want to testify
Of the goodness of the Lord
Jehova mụ, narụ otito
Ana m ekenekwe Gị o
Dem dey wonder, wonder why
Why I dey shine, I dey shine so bright
I de shine oo
Abụ m nnwa Chi na-emelụ
Nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Nwa bịalụ, nwa bịalụ ije ka m bụ
Olisa, lekwenụ mụ o
Ebe mụ na-eti ịgba, na-eti egwu mụ o
Chukwu, ụwa na-ekenekwa Gị o
Burukwa, riwekwa, kenee Gị o
Ana m ekenekwe Gị o
Duwekwe, chewe m, Chineke mụ o
Yeah, yeah, M.I
We don't die, we multiply
Look at me, look at how I come in the game
And now, my people running things
I always knew, that I was born to fly
I'mma double the game
She ma woman, she ma lover, she ma baby, she ma wife and my concubine
Psalm is different, when I'm one of her kind
Lyrics stand, I for no bressule her, like the bressules of a porcupine
So, you can't touch me, don't even try
I was born to fly, heh
Way back, in the beginning
When me and Jessy Jags, was just dreaming of winning
But, 3 years later, it's through religion denim
All because of the lyrical venom that I'm sending
Now, we headline the expo center
I guess, that means my brof is exponential
I impress myself and I'm God's shall tools, so I'll bless myself
Nobody test, so I test myself
Can't form with the master, so I flex myself
No election, I throne myself
I multiplied men, like I clone myself
Choc City is the theme this year
I don't sing, but I am the dream this year
Making more money, that's the scheme this year
And Phyno's hot, making steam this year
I hope haters can watch
Everything bright, even my BB na torch
Fine boys, no wrinkle
Mr. Incredible, Phyno, simple
Written by: Chinedu Okoli, Jude Abaga, Okechukwu Edwards Ukeje, Timaya, chibuzo azubuike
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