pus*y n*ggAZ lyrics

[Intro]
Now recording?
Recording
I see some pus*y n*ggas
Black sheep forever, black sheep for life
Izgaaju 'til we kpeme, Antiworld gangsters
GE records, you get me? ODUMODUBLVCK
I see some pus*y n*ggas
Medemede, break am like ruler
Soak am like Biscao
Hope we forgiveness

[Chorus]
I see some pus*y n*ggas, they don fold
Before na them dey reign o, dem don ghost (f*ck you)
All these 'I too knows', zero code (Kala)
We no dey hear your gbedu again o, hip-hop е don close (Walahi)
pus*y n*gga, you gats fold
Before na you dеy reign o, now you don ghost (Fact)
'I too know' (Cap) but zero code (Yeah)
I no dey hear your gbedu again o, hip-hop don [?]

[Verse]
Talk to your guy babe
Flirt with your babe babe
That man there is a wasteman
If I catch that fly for road side, kill that man with charisma (Kill him)
Legelege, break that man like a ruler (Opelenge)
Medemede, soak that ma like a Biscao
pus*y n*gga when I see you, you must to face ground (Chai)
Plenty n*ggas been dey hold me back but I must put hand (Why?)
I must include am (Kai), I must rebuke am unless I do it myself
All these pagans with me dem go still full ground
I no dey fear Koti brother, because I don too sleep panti
Blood on my hand, rosary on my neck
How many men don cross me
[?]
I put on my chain, put on my vest
bast*rd, I heard you wept, I heard you begged
pus*y
Even if I'm not the king of hip-hop, you too you're not the best (Kala)
pus*y n*gga, they don fold (Them go die)
Before na you dey reign o, you don ghost (You don ghost, I dey come)
'I too know' zero code
([I dey make these n*ggas dey put security for inside their marketing ]) you don jonze
pus*y n*gga, you no grow
Everyday 'I wanna to be Wizkid of Hip-hop or Davido'
You no get hits, you no get dough, you no get smoke
Fine fine shima no dey come your way, oh, you no get soul
Modu get hits (Facts)
I controlled hip-hop as a rookie, one year in and they still don't get it
Where him dey, wey the fake king? (Vini)
Wey Vini, me na Rodri dominate you, boy I'm with the trophy (Na me)
Abramovich, he lost his fan, he was still simping, he was still weeping
pus*y he was still crying (Sipping Chelsea)
[Outro]
Ode olori buruku bast*rd
When I see you for street you know, I go f*ck you up
Walahi talahi sumobillahi, I go f*ck you up