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Terry Nikoro
Terry Nikoro
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Joshua Brown
Joshua Brown
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Do not trust a bitch that fuck you for some money I invest on my hustle make it wining every honey This niggas balling monday all to the sunday My mama always tell me go to school on monday Now we cashout Now we flexing Young boy getting it you know it work hard Mama in the kitchen cooking rice All my niggers taking flight I can not die you can not take my shine Nigga they feeling the grind nigga they feeling the grind Police dey look me day laugh them say I too dey drip Them say I no want rest Them say I no want broke I know say them want relate I know say them dey hate I pray make I get money like Adeleke Make I fit day Lekki they pop out stars with some bad bitch With some good chicks Good chicks You know this silly shit I ain't talking shit Swimming good You know I feel this shit Amma try the best try be the best You know I try be the first Wining less I got the shit I got the money in the bag Do the shit Sending my mama some millions I gat no time with the dealers Making money is the plan Making money is the dreams Niggas try to chill with no glock In the studio oh with no block I got the loud I gat the strap on fall If a nigga try to smash her she go run Put the money on me nigga I'm a gee Twice a bitch ain't fuck her out the lake I danm it like a kodak nigga am a zlee My brother on my side we spending money gleeee Nothing dey bother me nigga Wetin dey worry you nigga Come make step on it nigga We've got to flex on it nigga Be like the raba don finish for pocket na him dey worry you nigga Make you no vex for me nigga I put my time in it nigga No make trouble for inside jungle if you no be judge of the jungle No let money put shoulder pad for your suit, you for humble With very big chest like who dey fight royal rumble And waiting for Oluwa blessing to drop double double I dey jot down all night just to change the story Money making na the mission boy you know the story When I embark on a journey hope somebody miss me Got love for the way I dey reason when dey on kpoli Shawty giving me rythm Hop her beat I stay her studio As long as I can Man she d baddest Her scream be the loudest She say that she miss me I sure say na pin Niggas try to chill with no glock In the studio oh with no block I got the loud I gat the strap on fall If a nigga try to smash her she go run Put the money on me nigga I'm a gee Twice a bitch ain't fuck her out the lake I danm it like a Kodak nigga am a zlee My brother on my side we spending money gleeee Glee glee Glee I ain't talking shit you know am bleee Balling every season nigga know the shit we ain't shit Anything money day talk you gat to hear Omo ti mo boys I feel I go chest Omo time time with the best I got your girl on my dick like she chest She been sucking with no teeth Omo ti mo ti boloko shit Pull up in Benz pull up in Roseroyce Omo you know the shit You fit kill feelings Time time is the best when you wait for God you go be first You go be first First like Usain We looking up to the sun I dey see you dey come to the sound Came out alive man the street was too rough Street was too rough Too rough I put my mind and my heart into living When Oluwa bless you practice giving I want plenty money for no reason Balling dripping every season She say she love me but yet she no give me I'll be patiently waiting for billing yeah Bill me finish I go tell you no chi chi yeah Do me anyhow the last time you see me yeah I get what what you need just tell me you need me girl Yeah nigga you nigga you know the shit We living so large Yeah yeah man We gon get the shit up
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