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Jesus and His tomb in India: The Evidences
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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
H.U.E
H.U.E
Stimme und Gesang
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Harold Ekpo
Harold Ekpo
Songwriter:in
Aaron Ekpo
Aaron Ekpo
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Harold Ekpo
Harold Ekpo
Produzent:in

Lyrics

Huh?
Wait what?
Huh?
Okay, okay-okay
Don't try me, oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh oh
We tryna get lit, oh oh
You gonna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed, oh oh oh
Don't try me, oh oh
I'm tryna get lit, oh oh
You wanna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed
I don't wanna be a big boy
I just need the world to give me a little joy
Spin around like mosquito coil
Burning out like a light
So I'm heading out for night
Sun was too bright for my eyes
But the hooligans come alive
See don't try me
See your past lives mistakes
Let to catacombs and the grave
Try another route for a change
It's your last chance to saved
All those analytics no go pay
This is real life not games
No be real gold dey my chain
Wait make you try this other way
Saw a man spraying dollar bills
Swear he's getting off on the thrills
If you get his watch you fit chill
See his hunted house on the hills
Wife and kids dey for Yankee
He's retired now junkie
I don give you all that you need
Modafucker don't try me
Oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh oh
We tryna get lit, oh oh
You gonna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed, oh oh oh
Don't try me, oh oh
I'm tryna get lit, oh oh
You wanna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed
Yeah efi mi le baby
She no be girl she say she be lady
(my)rod and my staff are driving her crazy
I'm with the dogs and we spreading the rabies
This the secret flow for the ages
33k shey na minimum wages?
Look deep in your soul there's a treasure locked in a cages
Search for the light but I'm lost in the dark
Dripping that water turn it into wine
Flip it again turn it into lean
Don't fuck with a **** my chopper gone sing
Got so much knowledge got it from a dream
I'm balling so hard I just broke the rim
But don't try me oh yeah
I'm trynna get lit oh yeah
You wanna get hit oh yeah
You gonna get missed oh yeah
So don't try me oh yeah
I'm trynna get lit oh yeah
You wanna get hit oh yeah
You gonna get missed oh yeah
So don't try me oh yeah
I get to say all the things that I wanted
Street never sleep yeah streets always hunting
I got no boys but I'm moving a hunnid
New city gotta make my own runnings
I plan to sicken the whole game like a new disease
They can't find a cure
They tell me something can't come out of nothing
I pull out the cash I'm paying up front
**** just saw me they ran out the room
They heard my story they know what I do
I made a square fit in a hole
My hand is a royal flush they go fold
They used to be serious guys now a joke
I didn't come for the fame I came for the code like
How can I make it back back home
You know, to reach the root of soul
Don't try me, oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh yeah
I'm tryna get lit, oh yeah
You wanna get hit, oh yeah
You gonna get missed, oh yeah
So don't try me, oh oh
We tryna get lit, oh oh
You gonna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed, oh oh oh
Don't try me, oh oh
I'm tryna get lit, oh oh
You wanna get hit, oh oh
You gonna get missed
Written by: Aaron Ekpo, Harold Ekpo
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