N Word (Remix)
Ra ra.
Ya ya
Man a bad man
Man a gat
Man a realness
Man a yarn
Okay
We no listen when them talk it up
Ice, we stay mute
Ah ah
You already know my don
And its don jazzy again
Jazzy, I'm feeling great I'm feeling nice G
I'm shooting at the stars my trigger spit lee
I step inside the room, your chick is like gee's
She knows a hundred grand ain't nothing to dem ice's G
Jesus these niggas ain't in my category
I'm topping the lead and couple of gig is giving them niggas amnesias
I upping the beat one hundred degrees I'm giving the niggas the seizure
I kill every verse and i kill every rapper that happens to be in the future
Bo ye
They don dey top dey don dey feel nigga
Rapper get real slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please please
Bo ye
Dey don dey shout, dey don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip
I'm heading to the top they say its illuminati
I'm hanging in your city in a new buggatti
Watch me, you know that my crew is naughty
Big short chilling with a group of shawties
I'm rolling in your city like a roller coaster
Click click click manna overdose
We're shooting at the stars from afar nigga
I live in ogudu my house e no too far nigga
Look how I put my city on the world map
Its gonna take more than goodluck to bring your girl back
Fuck the hash tag, fuck a retweet
You never blocked me in the street I'm on the mean streak
Please leave me to my devices
Get my cake up with don jazzy and Ice prince
Asaleikum wasalam let's get this paper
Drop a bomb like I'm Saddam, you ronald raegan Bo ye
Think out the box we're unstoppable
For you to jock you need to know that its possible
I'm at the airport, in my air force
Fuck the world put her legs by the head board
We breaking this bread smoking this broccoli
Hard to get ahead in this dollar based economy
In the flag we pledge third world psychology
Now follow me while I follow dreams you want a piece
Bo ye
We don dey top they don dey fail nigga
Rapper getting slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please please
Bo ye
They don dey shout
They don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip
Ya ya
Man a bad man
Man a gat
Man a realness
Man a yarn
Okay
We no listen when them talk it up
Ice, we stay mute
Ah ah
You already know my don
And its don jazzy again
Jazzy, I'm feeling great I'm feeling nice G
I'm shooting at the stars my trigger spit lee
I step inside the room, your chick is like gee's
She knows a hundred grand ain't nothing to dem ice's G
Jesus these niggas ain't in my category
I'm topping the lead and couple of gig is giving them niggas amnesias
I upping the beat one hundred degrees I'm giving the niggas the seizure
I kill every verse and i kill every rapper that happens to be in the future
Bo ye
They don dey top dey don dey feel nigga
Rapper get real slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please please
Bo ye
Dey don dey shout, dey don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip
I'm heading to the top they say its illuminati
I'm hanging in your city in a new buggatti
Watch me, you know that my crew is naughty
Big short chilling with a group of shawties
I'm rolling in your city like a roller coaster
Click click click manna overdose
We're shooting at the stars from afar nigga
I live in ogudu my house e no too far nigga
Look how I put my city on the world map
Its gonna take more than goodluck to bring your girl back
Fuck the hash tag, fuck a retweet
You never blocked me in the street I'm on the mean streak
Please leave me to my devices
Get my cake up with don jazzy and Ice prince
Asaleikum wasalam let's get this paper
Drop a bomb like I'm Saddam, you ronald raegan Bo ye
Think out the box we're unstoppable
For you to jock you need to know that its possible
I'm at the airport, in my air force
Fuck the world put her legs by the head board
We breaking this bread smoking this broccoli
Hard to get ahead in this dollar based economy
In the flag we pledge third world psychology
Now follow me while I follow dreams you want a piece
Bo ye
We don dey top they don dey fail nigga
Rapper getting slim aloring hail finger
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga
Bo ye
We don dey hammer overseas since
Motherfuckers hating on me please please
Bo ye
They don dey shout
They don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip
Credits
Writer(s): Michael Collins, Panshak Zamani
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