Top Songs By FEMI ISHOLA
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
FEMI ISHOLA
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
FEMI ISHOLA
Lyrics
Jacob Tidrick
Composer
Lyrics
All-State, baby, you in good hands
Straight through the net
All makes, no ball fakes
I’ll pull it from France
No baguettes on you, fraud fake
I don’t get it, really wish I could understand
Atheism, how I lost faith
How you did what you did and you shook on the stand
Jellyfish, aint no spine on these ****
Heavy wrist, but no time for these ****
When Femi miss, it’s the end of the world
So pray that Femi don’t get tired of you ****
You the best? ****, me too
Jacob looking at me like “be cool”
Can't be true
Lying more than that guy from the East Blue
See through it
Three, two, one
Okay, let’s go
Imma need that belt, be the world champ
Watch me do what they tell me I can’t
Watch, wait, see till they G.O.A.T me
On me, imma get it in stamp
Been putting in work
Look at this shirt
Came from the mud, had to get it out the dirt
Bout time we pop, on god
Ain’t worry bout opp, on god
We done made it through worse
Imma need that belt, be the world champ
Watch me do what they tell me I can’t
Watch, wait, see till they G.O.A.T me
On me, imma get it in stamp
Been putting in work
Look at this shirt
Came from the mud, had to get it out the dirt
Had to get it out
Had to get it out
Yes I’m gentleman, but don’t be mistaken
Cause around me, your hoe for the taking
I’m in Champaign getting real jiggy with Jacob
You know that we both finna make it
Debate club, why you argue with me
No paystub, why you argue with me
Hard headed, split a boulder in half
Find somebody that be harder than me
No detergent couldn't get this shit out
All I ever need is under this scalp
We been busy, we running it up
You been busy, you been running your mouth
AB, every time, different route
A, B, imma C my way out
Adesanya way we tapping ‘em out
Bring rain to the drought
You hearing me shout
Imma need that belt, be the world champ
Watch me do what they tell me I can’t
Watch, wait, see till they G.O.A.T me
On me, imma get it in stamp
Been putting in work
Look at this shirt
Came from the mud, had to get it out the dirt
Bout time we pop, on god
Ain’t worry bout opp, on god
We done made it through worse
Imma need that belt, be the world champ
Watch me do what they tell me I can’t
Watch, wait, see till they G.O.A.T me
On me, imma get it in stamp
Been putting in work
Look at this shirt
Came from the mud, had to get it out the dirt
Had to get it out
Had to get it out
Written by: FEMI ISHOLA, Jacob Tidrick
