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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Onyebuchi David Nwonu
Onyebuchi David Nwonu
Songwriter
Peter Momoh
Peter Momoh
Songwriter
Mandela
Mandela
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Nyesko
Nyesko
Producer

Lyrics

Buss down buss down Go round go round Its bout time bout time We throw down with style Naija boys with the flip On your minds repeating shit Wedon't like the way you talk We don't like the way you speak yeah Come back hunnid round All of my niggas are circular Kside we ain't regular Reporting to destroy the area Oh my god i'm a beast Near my goal like a tap in Middle finger to the system Im a virus overriding I be chillin with the boys Purple lean inside my cup I don't like the way you talk See my guy start dey walk She said she in with her best friend But yeah i'm fucking her best friend No time for small talk If you ain't business here's my left hand. I used to pray for the drip Men I feel like tee grizzly Buss down thotiana Buss down buss down Bad bitch rihanna town I used to pray for the drip Hugo cross on my neck Iced up iced up Had to take it back to church Goddamm Goddamn Really I can't be denied All I want to do is flex Hit the bag Get the cash Tryna put my city on the map Tryna put my city on the map Tryna put my city on the map Buss down buss down Go round go round Its bout time bout time We throw down with style Naija boys with the flip On your minds repeating shit We don't like the way you talk We don't like the way you speak yeah You ain't gang so you can't hang Off tha drank Feel like kirko bangz She drop it low when she see the bands Coz Bands bands gon make her dance Jdb Just doing baddies Got that gas But I blew the tank Started from the bottom Climbed up the ranks Gold in my teeth Feel like Shaba ranks I got the bills Coz I got the cash I know I'm good The gang got my back We all strapped Carry round a Mac Pockets fat Do the money dance Strip club Blow a hunnid bands Versace sheets cost 10,000 racks Train train coz I ride the track Fuck her great She keep running back Kept on running back Like a quarter back Look at all that ass As she throw it back I keep stroking that Fell in love with that Now I'm over that I just want the bag Secured the bag Bought my girl a bag My goons stay on guard And when I tell them do They on shark attack Pull up in that what the fuck is that Hold up Hold up Where my dirty at This ain't no fanny pack Man it's a drugging bag Hold up Hold up Where my money at If you ain't got my money Swipe your life with that Where you from Where you stay Who you be Dont cross my lane Or you get shot Gunshots When that base Hits the base Where you from Where you stay Who you be Dont cross my lane Or you get shot Gunshots When that base Hits the base Ive been searching for my brand Finessing this niggas tryna steal the land Im up on my digits tryna make a stand You up in my business tryna get my hand On my great bullshit Its about to get lit Jdb with Sai There's nobody that can say shit
Writer(s): Onyebuchi Nwonu Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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