+233(Badda Man)
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
Ha, I'm a classic man
Them man smoke trees like a ganja man (Them mad)
Don't call JB I'm the only one
Ni kwaisa jon, that's a joker man (Them mad)
They all jokers man and we noticed that
She see me off set then she throw it back
The way she whine got to hold her back
Say make I change my flow cause my flow's unmatched
Daily offender, crazy east-ender
I lead my bros they see me like a mentor
I stay calm cause me no want lose my temper
My girl she bad, she make I fail November
The usna round, so soft and it's tender
She throw it back make man want surrender
Most girls are there like community center
They send me hate and it goes back to sender (Sender)
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
The way she bend and clap it
Standing ovation when she grabs and sluts it
I do that dance when I make deposits
I'm a young man carry bundles in pockets
Contain her sounds now she thinks I'm acoustic
You see me shine? there ain't no way to stop it
Cut you off cause I'm sick of taking losses
Making money now I'm feeling philanthropic
Mum said be humble
Make your enemies crumble
See me don't fumble
Spit bars no mumble
Last time I checked was you nigga in trouble?
Left your sis, f***** your b****, man I call that a double
I started as a kid now I'm ready to rumble
That's how it feels fresh out the jungle
You had one job and it couldn't be handled
That's why your family is living in shambles
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
Ye ye
Ye ye
Oluwa the Badda man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
Ha, I'm a classic man
Them man smoke trees like a ganja man (Them mad)
Don't call JB I'm the only one
Ni kwaisa jon, that's a joker man (Them mad)
They all jokers man and we noticed that
She see me off set then she throw it back
The way she whine got to hold her back
Say make I change my flow cause my flow's unmatched
Daily offender, crazy east-ender
I lead my bros they see me like a mentor
I stay calm cause me no want lose my temper
My girl she bad, she make I fail November
The usna round, so soft and it's tender
She throw it back make man want surrender
Most girls are there like community center
They send me hate and it goes back to sender (Sender)
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
The way she bend and clap it
Standing ovation when she grabs and sluts it
I do that dance when I make deposits
I'm a young man carry bundles in pockets
Contain her sounds now she thinks I'm acoustic
You see me shine? there ain't no way to stop it
Cut you off cause I'm sick of taking losses
Making money now I'm feeling philanthropic
Mum said be humble
Make your enemies crumble
See me don't fumble
Spit bars no mumble
Last time I checked was you nigga in trouble?
Left your sis, f***** your b****, man I call that a double
I started as a kid now I'm ready to rumble
That's how it feels fresh out the jungle
You had one job and it couldn't be handled
That's why your family is living in shambles
I'm a classic man
When we hit that thing then we pass it on
See me in de streets imma badda man
Make it one month fast, this ain't Ramadan
Making money flee for my brother man
+233 that's the motherland
Tryna make it big for my mother man (Ye ye)
Oluwa the Badda man (Ye ye)
Ye ye
Ye ye
Oluwa the Badda man
Credits
Writer(s): Kekeli Atiase
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