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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Dave
Dave
Stimme und Gesang
Boj
Boj
Stimme und Gesang
Joe Reeves
Joe Reeves
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joe Reeves
Joe Reeves
Songwriter:in
Bolaji Odojukan
Bolaji Odojukan
Songwriter:in
David Orobosa Omoregie
David Orobosa Omoregie
Songwriter:in
Jonathan Kweku Awote-Mensah
Jonathan Kweku Awote-Mensah
Songwriter:in
Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
JAE5
JAE5
Produzent:in
Joe Reeves
Joe Reeves
Produzent:in
P2J
P2J
Co-Produzent:in
Leandro Hidalgo
Leandro Hidalgo
Mischtechniker:in
Colin Leonard
Colin Leonard
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Jonny Leslie
Jonny Leslie
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JAE5 Look Anyone weapon formed against me can't prosper Imposter, I'ma fill 'em with lead My best friend like Tommy Lee Sparta I'm in the Gaza just tryna get bread The Chinese wanna take weh Naija Most of my people, they struggle in stress Political corruption I rise up until there ain't a government left Cost to be the boss Even though I'm financed, the man couldn't afford it 15, mummy found my shank And I nearly got shipped, I was gonna do boardin' I had a one lightie from Pecks And a ten-ten Yoruba babe from Shoreditch If you got a body like Uche Text me and I'ma pay your father's mortgage Listen, I'ma pay your uncle's rent And if rap don't pay then we would've been getting it off of crack cocaine I don't know how man could chat so brave Little nigga, you ain't bad, no way I think me, women, and Italian shoes Work well together like Maggi and cube Pretty in pink, but she badder in blue If you were me, you'd be arrogant too Óya tété dé Jèkin dé, gbówó dé Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óya tété dé o Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré No enemy can curse me Bad energy I give back to the sender My life lessons must enter Lagos I gotta go back in December Club full of girls, I'm tipsy A brownin' one wanna whine on me and kiss me How she make it clap is a mystery I see her pastor, I said, "Jesu Kristi" I see a man say Christ of Nazareth I yell, "Ay, your pum pum so fabulous" First round, I thought I was dead but It brought man back to life like Lazarus The way she back up the somethin' and just-ooh, park it You don't need mirrors and cameras I've been getting money in from long time The first rack that he made was laminate I need my music right now, come on, man Where is the fucking music? Óya tété dé Jèkin dé, gbówó dé Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óya tété dé o Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré Óya tété dé Jèkin dé, gbówó dé Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óya tété dé o Jèkin dé, gbówó dé o Jèkó kpé, óda bi kpé kó kpé kpé kpé Óda bi kpé ó ya wéré
Writer(s): Richard Isong Olowaranti Mbuk Isong, David Orobosa Omoregie, Jonathan Kweku Awotwe-mensah, Bolaji Ojudokan, Joe Stephen Reeves Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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