MASQUERADE

Everyday, I dey run my race, make dem no complain
Everyday, when I run my J
Think about the days when the girls no dey see my face like a masquerade
I was running (running), running (running), running, running-running

Omo, you dey see my life
Girls on my left and right
Back in the days, I was so lonely
Now, I dey with four, five guys
I'm young and I'm rich, I'm Fuego
I no come count bridge, it's for ego
Brag and bad like Lupita Nyong'o
Come whine it on me, my Philo'-lo' (feel lonely)

I'm fine, too sexy (iye)
Got no time for stressing (iye)
Yeah, too cool, six, nine on my dressing (iye)
They can't touch me, do like Messi (iye)
I'm fine, too sexy (iye)
Got no time for stressing (iye)
Yeah, too cool, six, nine on my dressing (iye)
They can't touch me, do like Messi

'Cause I'm my measles, scream, I'm massaging it
But, I still steal your girl like Anini
Know it ain't lie, say everything na vanity
But, I still got it, 'cause incase of anything
I'm in a mansion, name on a property
With palm trees like I dey for Miami
Riding solo (solo)
Where the money dey, na there me I wan go (wan go)

I call a case when I seen what my Mom looks (that's facts)
That's life when you grew up on a Tondre Hood
Na the same extra, oughtta put my outfits (yes)
And, it's eyes way more than a hundred
Too fine, so sexy, yeah
Can't let a bad bitch stress me, yeah
Blow a bag, that was hefty, yeah
Got a stick with a (ay), that's my bestie, yeah

Everyday, I dey run my race, make dem no complain
Everyday, when I run my J
Think about the days when the girls no dey see my face like a masquerade
I was running (running), running (running), running, running

Omo, you dey see my life (see my life)
Girls on my left and right (left and right)
Back in the days, I was so lonely
Now, I dey with four, five guys (four, five guys)
I'm young and I'm rich, I'm Fuego (Fuego)
I no come count bridge, it's for ego (for ego)
Brag and bad like Lupita Nyong'o
Come whine it on me, my Philo'-lo' (feel lonely)

I'm fine, too sexy (iye)
Got no time for stressing (iye)
Yeah, too cool, six, nine on my dressing (iye)
They can't touch me, do like Messi (iye)
I'm fine, too sexy (iye)
Got no time for stressing (iye)
Yeah, too cool, six, nine on my dressing (iye)
They can't touch me, do like Messi

Too fine, so sexy, yeah
Can't let a bad bitch stress me, yeah
Blow a bag, that was hefty, yeah
Got a stick with a, that's my bestie, yeah
I should call my girl, yes
Oh-woah, oh-oh



Credits
Writer(s): Dorai Harrison, Emeka George Akumefule, Inana Raymond Jones
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

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