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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Olamide
Olamide
Stimme und Gesang
Lil Kesh
Lil Kesh
Stimme und Gesang
Pheelz
Pheelz
Stimme und Gesang
Young Jonn
Young Jonn
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Olamide Adedeji
Olamide Adedeji
Texte
JOHN SAVIOURS UDOMBOSO
JOHN SAVIOURS UDOMBOSO
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Keshinro Ololade
Keshinro Ololade
Texte
Pheelz
Pheelz
Komponist:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Pheelz
Pheelz
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Mike Seaberg
Mike Seaberg
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(Ri') Truly, truly life has been a movie, aje, dancing Synchro system, Sunny Ade Mo ni, "Ṣo ti to?" Wọn ni, "Ko ti to o" Control dance floor Gbẹdu new school Ehn, disappear and appear like a magician They never see another stylish one Bad energy keep your distance 24-7 I'm grinding, I Odegbami mathematician I dey play every role every position And I know my worth Make I tell you in short Ọmọ, me, I no dey take insult Truly, truly life has been a movie, aje, dancing Synchro system, Sunny Ade Mo ni, "Ṣo ti to?" Wọn ni, "Ko ti i to o" Control dance floor Gbẹdu new school If na ọrọbọ, I go give am dada (yea) You already know my p (yea) A mọra wa ta ba- Ki n rira wa, my G (my G) And I can't lie, my G Truly, truly, God has been amazing to me All my worries disappear Truly, truly life has been a movie, aje, dancing Synchro system, Sunny Ade Mo ni, "Ṣo ti to?" Wọn ni, "Ko ti to o" Control dance floor Gbẹdu new school Huh, this gbẹdu make me want to jogodo Dance like there's tanbolo in my ṣòkòtò O lọ far from Ijebu to Sokoto Polongo, Sikiratu want to Sindodo Yagi n bọ l'ọna, comot-comot Steeze pọ, fine boy, I no wọwọ, wọwọ One shot, two shot, I don nọ-nọ, nọ-nọ Fine girls line up for my domot-domot Steeze hundred, composure hundred Swagger hundred, ọgba two hundred Mugbẹlẹ, nigga, make them fọ What the fuck? do I look like I give a fuck? Hol' up (hol' up), hol' up (hol' up) Before I go in, hol' up (hol' up) Before I go in, roll up (roll up) Before I switch the flow up Yo, who that nigga rocking that new Chinchilla Looking like serial killer? Ara wọn a balẹ, cia ga I no dey function well like tinapa Ah! Ero pọ Coachella Aluko Ajela I'm just rocking Maison Margiela Idan bi Shina Peller Ẹnu o ṣe, Durella And na God be my propeller (ooh) This gbẹdu too hot, if you put body E go bleach you, you go turn to albino I flow like a psycho, badder than Michael I go faster than a nitro I bombard the game and I throw bangers Like Alaga them dey kako Carlos bi Roberto, Eminado Wọn gbọn mu bi ti Moscato Ko to nkan lo n sọ'yan d'ahun bi ti tinko Ẹ ma jẹ eleyoi lọ naa bi ti Burrito Oju mi ti lẹri bi ti chinco Let's call it a day, my G, finito
Writer(s): Olamide Adedeji, John Saviours Udomboso, Keshinro Ololade Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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