Letras

[Chorus]
Oh Lord, oh God **** on drugs
We fucked up fucked up fucked up and so what uh?
Oh Lord, oh God **** on drugs
We fucked up fucked up fucked up and so what uh?
[Verse 1]
Ei, pull with Rashid, Nima girls feeli yɛn steeze
Smoking on a leaf, mixe king size ɛne hashish
Ya san amixe codeine, girl na ɔte menkyɛn no nso ato E
Ghetto girl daddy bee, I get high you taste our speed
Oh my days OMG
Sag yɛn jeans to the knee
Akatafoɔ with degree
Ghana ha ayɛ den ɛyɛ true we agree
On the yip yippy yee
Mabɔ nnoɔma ayɛ free
Sɛ wo firi ghetto a see wo freedom ɛnyɛ guaranteed
Polisfoɔ no bɛtaa wo girl no wone ɔmo wo a wɔn bɛ ware wo
Sɛ wonsa pa wɔ ghetto a boys bɛ bo wɛni ɔmo bɛ pae no
**** on drugs anoɔden
Kyekyera ama yɛn ho asane
Koti baa na ya dodge ɔmo bɔ scatter fum na yɛ dwane
Silver chain no ya nane
Yɛ daaɛ a ye nyane
I'm sending **** to work mo mo, mo ahunu amane
Shouts to all my boys in Santa
Sɛ yɛ frɛ a mo ba kane
Madamfo Adinkra Attah yɛ doctor
Ɔnoa wowɔ ne ho mpaneɛ
[Chorus]
Oh Lord, oh God **** on drugs
We fucked up fucked up fucked up and so what uh?
Oh Lord, oh God **** on drugs
We fucked up fucked up fucked up and so what uh?
[Verse 2]
We up we don't speak ei
Must pull up in Lamborghini
Kyerɛ me opposition meyɛ beast ei
Me counterpart nso yɛ freak
Na neɛ akura wo ɛyɛ blue cheese anaa hashish?
And no money growing on them trees **** please
Had to trap pimpin when the powder when my nose are high
These things I reflect with the cali
**** I need me the gang
Our drip no yɛ hundred degrees
**** I will burn it to turn up the heat
Sɛ yɛn anum tɔ so a yɛ kyekyire bon appetit
I ain't need to fuck ups step out the league
I ain't need no co-sign men we're up and free
Strictly independent life living in deep
**** on drugs keeping glocks and BMT's
Written by: Brobbey, Derrick Okyere
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