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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
A92
A92
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Offica
Offica
Künstler:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Joshua Benjamin
Joshua Benjamin
Komponist:in
Jamal Ibrahim
Jamal Ibrahim
Songwriter:in
Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
Komponist:in
David Nkpa
David Nkpa
Songwriter:in
Lloyd Olalere
Lloyd Olalere
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Tobi Akinseloyin
Tobi Akinseloyin
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Desmond Jibona
Desmond Jibona
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Israel Kenny Olajide
Israel Kenny Olajide
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Tom Adedayo Adeyinka
Tom Adedayo Adeyinka
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PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Joshua Benjamin
Joshua Benjamin
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Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
Kamron Lloyd Chevannes
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Lyrics

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

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