Mr Olopa

It was a Friday night and the mood was right we were going to the club Gonna party 'til night I'm all dressed up
In my favourite top had my kicks-less top
Up 'til I dropped off

I've been tripping and marvel and I got stopped by the cops
Pulled me over to their car with their guns all cocked
Got their nose popped up we're driving a dropped up

Maybe we even have a job where does your dad work
Excuse me, wanna fight or run Mr. officer, why all the questions
I got all my papers right here but out of jealousy

They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin to curse my mama, they curse my papa
And nothing I do, oh

They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin to curse my mama, they curse my papa
And nothing I do, oh

Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e o
E fi mi le kin lo jeje
Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e o
E fi mi le kin lo jeje o
Please, please, please, please, please, please, oh

Like that wasn't enough, I was handcuffed
Right about and straight to the station
When we got there, I begin fear
Shaking in the cell, felt it was like hell

When we reach there the story don change
They even say I dey smoke high grade
Some say cigarette (No)
No na ciga weed
Can I make a phone call?
If I slap you, you go fall

They charge me for robbery
They even charge Don Jazzy for accessory
And before I know wetin dey happen
All of them wey dey there join hands again and beat

They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin to curse my mama, they curse my papa
And nothing I do, oh

They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin to curse my mama, they curse my papa
And nothing I do, oh

Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e o
E fi mi le kin lo jeje(Jeje, oh-oh-oh)
Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e o
E fi mi le kin lo jeje o(Jeje, ooooooeh)

They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin curse my mama, they curse my papa

And nothing I do, oh
They begin to slap and abuse me
They begin to scatter my windscreen
They begin to curse my mama, they curse my papa
And nothing I do, oh

Oh(Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e oE fi mi le kin lo jeje)
Yeh, oh, I never saw my laptop o(Mr. Olopa, kini mo se fun e o)
My CD never release o(E fi mi le kin lo jeje o)
I say I get interview, I get interview, na interview

Je kin lo oh
Wetin I do oh,ah dey beg na
Ah dey beg you,wetin you want na ah beg na
Ah dey beg



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Writer(s): Daniel Oyebanjo
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