Oh My Days (feat. Kupid Vintage)

Man like Usain Bolt
I'm giving them 100 meters
Stack up the bag till no space like X
Light up the bars
I'm talking Cubans
Cigars
Then we mix those Henny with some liquor
Burn up the liver
Too much sativas
Chilling with a bald bad diva
Give me head
Medusa

Papi pray for grace everyday feeling sober
XO no be soda
Rise and bake till it's over
Oh my days
Oh my days
Papi don do things no put body o
On deck for this money o
Bag up all this dolly o
Oh my days
Oh my days

Oh my days
I dey run my race
On my own
On my own
Oh my days
I dey mount my guard
On my own
On my own

Pour some gin to the ground
Let the ancestors lead
Man I'm giving them good deed
Praying with my native bead
Son of the soil I'm seed

I'm too busy broski
The lifestyle don woski
The lazy keep jonzin oozing

Papi pray for grace everyday feeling sober
XO no be soda
Rise and bake till it's over
Oh my days
Oh my days
Papi don do things no put body o
On deck for this money o
Bag up all this dolly o
Oh my days
Oh my days

Oh my days
I dey run my race
On my own
On my own
Oh my days
I dey mount my guard
On my own
On my own



Credits
Writer(s): Emaye Peter
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