A9 Link Up (feat. A9Ace, A9Nikz, A9Dbo Fundz, A9Trapboy, A9Kebz & A9Ksav)

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A92 - Link Up (feat. A9Ace, A9Nikz, A9Dbo Fundz, A9Trapboy, A9Kebz, A9Ksav) Official Visualiser

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A92

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Offica

Künstler:in

KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Joshua Benjamin

Komponist:in

Jamal Ibrahim

Songwriter:in

Kamron Lloyd Chevannes

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David Nkpa

Songwriter:in

Lloyd Olalere

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Tobi Akinseloyin

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Desmond Jibona

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Israel Kenny Olajide

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Tom Adedayo Adeyinka

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Joshua Benjamin

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Kamron Lloyd Chevannes

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Can't hack these lies if you step

Yo, yo, make a man just beat like Ghosty

One word that's gonna get long

Tell a man to stay in your lane like Tory

I ain't really got time for a paigon

When I come back, I'ma tell my story

Glory, gotta take all that glory

No way, got a bad B from Norway

Let a girl wan' rock in Prada

She count one to the beat like drummer

Don't step in my zone two times

It's peak, got us lookin' more like it's karma

Yo, yo, I'm Ace, I'm a well-known rapper

Real MC, no hammer

If an opp boy step out with no armour

Let thе beef fry, number one jump starter

More timе bounce with the stick like pogo

Let that go

Up and down these roads, no yo-yo

Skrr, lean out, skrr, skrr, skrr

Bow, I can't fuck with a popo

I just say, "I don't know, no, no"

I still pop out with my G like Polo

YOLO, green light, go, go, go

I got a Lil' Pump, let's get it

Tap-tap, see the boy, then run

Bally on my face when I hop out the whip

More time, so you can't see me like John

I don't care if he's hench like Ryback

'Cause the gun from the bus like porn

Feed my sons, my sons get fed

So, feed me more if you want this corn

A92, we apply that pressure

I could never fold my wallet

Cop it, chop it, press it, sell it

Man's tryna make that profit

I bunned a zoot, stayed high like rockets

'Cause man's gotta plug like sockets

You got love for your paigon, baby

Yo, baby, come wind up on it

Bro, bro's on a wing like Gareth

If he gets bagged, they ain't givin' out bail

That yute couldn't save his bro

Next time, gonna leave, touch red like Wales

I'm really tryna make it flip

And it's back to the trap, put food on scales

Get mummy and daddy some acres

Gun on my side, so a man don't fail

Stepped out on the block, like yo, what's good?

The jakes stop me 'cause I'm wearin' a hood

Or maybe they know that I'm dishin' out food

Come like McDonald's, servin' this grub

These dots will heat up your chest like rub

Grab it, aim it, shoot, skiddy-bop

Corn just tear up your shirt like Hulk Hogan

Ain't stop till our boy gets got

You gon' see when I M that punk

Man, I'll take that risk like I'm Jeff Hardy

Don't think they can question me

They've been on ropes like W.W.E.

I'm a 92 baby, the girl go crazy

Got a bad B like JAY-Z

See the gang go brazy, too many ladies

But I'm just tryna get this cakey

Aye, are you ready or not?

They wan' play hide and seek

We do this every week

In the bando, so we cannot sleep

Huh, who's bad on B?

Run a man down till it hurt my feet

Five man squashed in the back of the seat

Don't go home till the mission complete

Man like Kebz, I'm a young black king, do you know?

Huh, huh, where the paves though?

Can't come 'round here no more

Nah, nah, that's a no-no

We tear that block like Diego

Go, go, go, Diego

Get 'round there but they a no-show

This gang too lit

So we get litty

Welcome to the D-Town block

In God we trust, like a holy city

Over here we got shorties and shotties

Shelled off one, saw a brown-skin pretty

I got cats and I got bare kitties

All my life, see the P like Diddy

Ridin' on, 'less you're silly

I live a sweet life like Zack, not Cody

My bro's stuck in the T, no Cody

He got white in the house like Trump

So he can't sleep, but he stacked that pussy

I roll in twos or four, no Kobe

But I ride in my Jack, no Jones

So, best run if I step on my 'lones

See, girl love me when I got no holes

Aye, what's up, what's up?

Tell me what you know 'bout A9 Link Up

Gally on me, tryna get my dick up

Don't talk on the net, man, come with your fist up

Bro got the ting, and he's givin' out kisses

Turn them to mist, he ain't missin'

Comin' to who's yard, are you fuckin' kidding?

Got some lil' light in the kitchen

'Cause I'm in charge of it, general sergeant, officer

And they keep callin' me police, but omo emi o se olopa

And I said it before, and I'll say it again, bu si ta kebawaja

Ride out in the car, ride out in Okada

Jump out, gang, jump out the whip

Slap him in the face, tell him who is his father

Written by: David Nkpa, Desmond Jibona, Israel Kenny Olajide, Jamal Ibrahim, Joshua Benjamin, Kamron Lloyd Chevannes, Lloyd Olalere, Tobi Akinseloyin, Tom Adedayo Adeyinka

A9 Link Up (feat. A9Ace, A9Nikz, A9Dbo Fundz, A9Trapboy, A9Kebz & A9Ksav)

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