New Kamair (feat. Quanny Too Wavy)

Mon frere
Ridin through the city
With a bad bitch ivoirienne
Chat chat dem go talk
See man do rien
Kno sey Kamair man tin
Carry worldwide blend
Land, air, sand, man

Moving funny for the money
Like a dummy
If she a baddie then I bet that
She know me
Night time make it hot like the
Sun did
Every city on the road like
I'm SULLY
Early morning when I puff smoke
More secrets than a trap phone
Dirty money that's dem old folks
Kick Rocks hoe
Tryna get ma hope up
Kamair man tin everything Mboko
Kick kick kick rocks hoe
Tryna get my hope up
Naija man tin tin tin tin
Everything mboko
Man ah smoke ganja like ah Rasta
Keep mi shoes laced up like ah shoota
Man ah di real deal, no Impasta
Dem ah act tough but soft like pasta

Mon frere
Ridin through the city
With a bad bitch ivoirienne
Chat chat dem go talk
See man do rien
Kno sey Kamair man tin
Carry worldwide blend
Land, air, sand, man

Yo chief what goodie
You Know am about ma Chips
Yea I'm all bout the money
Never let man play me
For no dummy
I'm too cold
But I like where it's sunny
Can't fall off
Cause I'm built too sturdy
Baddies on me cause
I'm wavy Dem love me
From the jungle
Where Beast dem rumble
Always vicious
But I'm always humble
Got the ball now
And I can not fumble
In on my lane Mach 5, speedracer
When I drink potion
I don't need no chaser
If it's bout Benjamins
Only time Iink up
Real bad man
Never fake non- fiction

Mon frere
Ridin through the city
With a bad bitch ivoirienne
Chat chat dem go talk
See man do rien
Kno sey Kamair man tin
Carry worldwide blend
Land, air, sand, man



Credits
Writer(s): Albert Yiran
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