Lyrics: Tekno – Yawa

Tekno – Yawa Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Monica no be today
Me and you don dey fight e don tey
I no go pursue woman I go change my ways
I go reduce the panana
I no go do it again Oh

[Chorus]
If you leave me yawa go dey (See gobe)
Baby Yawa go dey
My Baby if you leave me yawa go dey (see gobe)
Baby yawa go dey oh
Only you go chop belle full
I no go play you for A fool
No be April fool
This is how i used to do
Only you go chop belle full
No be April fool
Cassava for two
Baby all for you…
[Hook]
Oh my baby forgive oh
I no go do it again
Oh my baby forgive oh
I no go do it again oh
[Verse 2]
Baby i no get excuse
Her body do kunfu
You say pilo no be fine
She do me one by two eh
Oyemu aki alcohol
Na hin i shack shaki all
My eye come dey turn I come dey fall oh
Na hin she catch me
[Chorus]
If you leave me yawa go dey (See gobe)
Baby Yawa go dey
My Baby if you leave me yawa go dey (see gobe)
Baby yawa go dey oh
Only you go chop belle full
I no go play you for A fool
No be April fool
This is how i used to do
Only you go chop belle full
No be April fool
Cassava for two
Baby all for you…
[Bridge]
I’ll stay away from these girls, all of me for you
I’ll go blind on sisters, gat my eyes on you
Anything you want make me do, i do
Baby i cross my heart for you
And i’ll go gaga for you
Forget Diana for you
Anything you want make me do, i do yeah
I’ll show my love for you, yea
My baby boo.. and you should know oh
[Chorus]
Baby If you leave me yawa go dey (See gobe)
Baby Yawa go dey
My Baby if you leave me yawa go dey (see gobe)
Baby yawa go dey oh
Only you go chop belle full
I no go play you for A fool
No be April fool
This is how i used to do
Only you go chop belle full
No be April fool
Cassava for two
Baby all for you…
[Outro]
Monica eh, oh my baby forgive oh
I no go do it again, I no go do it again oh
oh my baby forgive oh
I no go do it again, I no go do it again oh

HuddyBaby - Flexing ft Gudda Gudda , Quavo , Lil Wayne, Chris Brown - Lyrics

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I'm too sexy for your shit
I don't take flexin' from no bitch, oh no bitch
And my new bitch don't give me no lip
And when she do, she give me both lips, she ride it like a road trip
I got you on your mad shit so now you doin' mad shit
I'm subtractin' ratchets, I'm outchea doin' math
Bitch, you ratchet on your best day, fuckin' for a check face
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
[Verse 2: Quavo]
Fucked her one time then I hit her on the mattress (yeah)
I'ma get you high, baby, you ain't gotta ask me
Know that you a killer, girl, you a real assassin (yeah)
Houdini do magic, my money stretch like elastic (Houdini, yeah)
All of my bitches be bad, 50% up on plastic (bad, plastic)
No I'm not goin' out sad, came from the fire like a dragon (no, fire)
I put them birds on the wagon, damn, your bitch be ratchet (brrrr, damn)
All of my bitches be bad, all of my bitches the baddest, yeah (damn)
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh
[Verse 3: Gudda Gudda & HoodyBaby ]
Should have fucked you and cut you right up like a knife
Like all of my homies say you wasn't right
Like all of these bitches wanna fuck with a Crip
All in my kitchen, they lovin' my whip
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a real one
All of these bitches wanna fuck with a thug
All of these bitches wanna fuck with lil' Gudda
I show 'em the dick and I show 'em no love
I ain't trippin', bitch, I'm chillin', 30 hoes in the villa
I was a real nigga when you found me, I fuck 'em then I get 'em from around me
Go
[Verse 4: Chris Brown]
You know I, I been on the road
You been out doing the most
Came a long way since I put you in designer
Raining in that line with your credit card declining, oh
I don't know how I'm supposed to feel
Girl, you had a good thing, you fucked it up you know
Ain't no text backs so you know it's real, yeah
Like yeah
[Chorus: Chris Brown]
Tell me why, would I sit up waiting on you?
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Would I sit up waiting on you, yeah
Tell me why would I be when you
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh, yeah
Flexin', flexin', oh, flexin', flexin', oh
Flexin', flexin', yeah, flexin', flexin', yeah
Flexin', flexin', flexin', flexin', oh

Lyrics: Wizkid – Jaiye Jaiye (Remix) ft. Angel

Wizkid – Jaiye Jaiye Remix Lyrics

Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
Mo fe kole fun mama mi
Mo fe rale fun baba mi
Aiye ni miami
Maserati fun iyawo mi
Ferrari Versace
Ferragamo Bugatti
Owo lo dun to yii
Mo fe lowo bi Adenuga
Mo fe fe Esosa
Ngozi penperenpe
All of them for me
Ati Tee baby now
You cannot believe what I have seen with my eyes
Say my people it is a beautiful story (na na na)
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
I’m balling I’m balling..
I’m balling for two
Let nobody do me bad or intrude
I’m balling I’m balling..
I’m balling for two
Let nobody do me bad or intrude
Wizzy bad musician
Sarz bad producer
Ahhh you already know
We run every show
Owo n la wole (amen)
A kole mole (amen)
Maserati Ferrari
Ferragamo Bugatti
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh
Wizzy baby loke loke
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Owo n wole wa
Seb’Oluwa lo se o
Lagos today and London tomorrow
Oluwa lo se o
Omo jaiye jaiye
Seb’Oluwa lo se oh

Yung Thug ft Ralph, Lil Uzi Vert , Fetty Wap - Fetti Lyrics

[Intro: Young Thug]
Hey yo man, we got Juug motherfuckin' man
We got the Thugger Thugger, we got Lil Uzi
[Hook: Young Thug + Fetty Wap ]
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let count some fetti
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it
[Verse 1: Young Thug]
I'm bout to stop fuckin' with niggas I know ain't with it
(fuck em)
(bitch!)
Fuck it, I cop a new ride and
I pick up some hoes in the city (skrrt!)
Mollies on person, you know I get nerf in it, freaky
I'm a big dog, I'm a big dog
Be with my boy, pina colada
I shit like a diaper, I'm never gon' wife her
Swear, swear, I'm never gon' wife her
I catch her the bed and I fuck out the lights
I swear I'm in Europe, but I don't got Facetime, baby girl, we can Skype
[Hook: Young Thug + Fetty Wap ]
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let's count some fetti
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it
Yeah, why your bitch on me? Yeah
Don't run up on me ya'll
My little bitch is a gangster, she tote that .40 ya'll
Yeah, I'm countin' all that fetti, nowadays my jewelry heavy
Ya nowadays sharin' my hoes
Ya everyday hear bout this dough
Just in case you didn't know
I had your bitch on my phone
Little nigga now you know
Pull up right there on your block
You know Thugger got the pole, yeah
Now I be gettin' the knots
Lil Uzi rockin' them shows yahh
[Hook: Young Thug + Fetty Wap ]
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let's count some fetti
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it
[Verse 3: Juugman]
Gucci and Louie come straight out the box
Hop out that truck and I hop in the drop
Hit from the back but I love her on top
What would you do for the cash?
Care what you do for the cash
I'm talkin' that money with Thugger right now while we thumb through a bag
Still on the block, yeah I still do that work
Niggas own G's, oh don't play with the air, killer put a hole in your shirt
Hit a nigga where it hurt
I'ma get her out her skirt
Shoot an uzi by my nigga Uzi in the winter time ridin' vert'
Diamonds flashin' like an ambulance
In the bank doin' the money dance
Overseas with a foreign bitch, she red for me, gotta get a tan
What would you do for this paper baby?
Still screamin' fuck a hater baby
Gated cribs sit on acres baby, Juug
[Hook: Young Thug + Fetty Wap ]
What would you do for the money baby? Yeah
Zoovie-Zoo and Thugger baby, yeah baby
Slime told me, don't bring the thunder, yeah baby
I swear to God this is what they wanted, yeah baby
I want some fetti, let's count some fetti
I want that fetti, I need that fetti
She want that fetti, believing in fetti, bet it

Reminisce – Polybag Lyrics ft Jesse Jagz , Oladips & ClassiQ

[Hook]
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac
[Verse 1 – Reminisce]
I came to Lag with a polybag, can’t nobody hold me back
Lebe meji ninue, Niggas run like they hold me back
Toba jemi lowo, you know i want my money back
Bi’nba pe awon temi gb’won gbe phone they gan call me back
Bo di gobe, shotgun maduro sinu polybag
Ifun pa ati bante gan yapa ninu polybag
Papapa bi kpali sugar, work done we scroll it back
Minutes after we done bruh we sipping cognac
La illaha illa Allah Muhammad Rasulallah
Irawo lotana le bai, Alihamdulilah
Tori moko’rugban jo, wan fe ma kpemi’Alfa
Ofe sope o’mope emi ni mo ni level takula
Le-Legendary status in this bish, moti di anobi
2009 ni motin fi rapper pa pashe hobby
Motin mufun wan, giving em, giving em non-stop
Express lawa’wa an tena’lo no bus stop
[Verse 2 – Jesse Jagz]
Jagga, I came to Lag with a polybag
On the road there’s no turning back
Nothing hold me back Told me that
I couldn’t make it without a phony act
Now officially you listening to n***as
Who sold you out Knick knack paddywhack
I’m a black Cadillac Click-clack, body bag
spit that money Jag
I came to Lag ina ghana must go
It’s nowhere to sleep but then Jagga just go
Since double O four, I never trust y’all
And I’m the first four, forever just flow
I’m better than blow
The legend just glow Remember John Snow? I never move slow
The music seller, I’m too Que Peller And DJs know
But the clues don’t tell her I came as a boy
But I left a gorilla They called me a n***er
But I’m definitely iller
[Hook]
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac
[Verse 3 – Ola Dips]
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[Verse 4: ClassiQ]
I came to lag with a pollybag
Holly wadda holy Bible in my poly bag
Only bag, went to uni with a polyback
Ba’a new kaman hoby ai i didn’t have to nag
Kullum takawa ojota to idumota
Hawaye a idonsu sun fell around the gutter
Aja to bankole, amma obalende
Kulum muna addu’a hoping hustling no go tay
But my mama tell me zafin nema baya kawo samu
Amma idan abun namu ne dan Allah ka bamu
Kar mayaudari ya jamu don suna ta damu
Damu akamu ne da tuntunin suka shamu
Amma akwai Alamu Allah ya fi-fitamu
wallahi ba rapper da ya isa ya jij-jigamu, ah
Duk wanda ya harbe mu dole ya missed
Some time i just said that i reminisce
Cus..
[Hook]
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac
I came to Lag with a polybag, with a polybag
I came to Lag with a polybag
Now I’m heading back to my city in a Cadillac

Rider – Lil Baby feat. Young Thug lyrics

Lyrics Lil Baby – Rider

I love my nigga next to me
I got a rider who would die for me
I f*ck back and forth
Why I said.(rider)
I do this for Maze in the motherf*ckin’ trenches
I go get it, I go get it
My niggas gon’ and get it
I got some niggas comin’ with me to the top and I’mma take ’em
And I know them niggas hatin’, but I’m waiting, I got patience.
I got b*tches rollin’ down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas
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I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got f*cked
Couple homies they got shot tatataaaa
I don’t count it for ..
I want that money and I ain’t first
And I ain’t lost and I gon’ get it and get it
f*ck I leave it all adjustin’
b*tches won’t f*ck my neck just they probably won’t f*ck my pocket
That’s why all you niggas watchin’, come try me, the option is only you nigga
.. get no money, f*ck with true niggas
I’m so stiff on y’all hoes
.. and I get money on them hoes (racks racks)
I’m tryna ..
All these niggas b*tches and I know it for sure
I got different whips, I got cars galore
I got different b*tches, I got women galore
All I know is money and I need me some more
You know I ain’t just talkin’, they know ..
And I just popped that motherf*cker, I show shit
I’m already hood-rich, and I tryna go legit
I need another way I’m tryna rap about this shit.
I got b*tches rollin’ down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas.
..
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top (I’m on my way)
I lost some homies, they got f*cked
Couple homies they got shot
I don’t count it for ..
Never had a job and never plan on getting one
I came here they rowdy b*tches know it’s one on one
Let’s meet the .. I won
Change from the Pentagon next thing on her tongue
500 cash with me that’s why I got this bag on (racks)
I came from rags to riches now try sell out the dome
My b*tches skinny dippin’ they all got thongs on
You ain’t tryna get rich you need to gone gone gone
I got my weed from Jamaica, Sean Paul
Tryna be rich niggas hating on all y’all
Stayed down in this law, we get paid off
Big homie taught me if it’s a plug don’t run off, ay
Nigga stack a G like a Phillipean
And we smokin’ weed, drinkin’ codeine (drank it drank it)
I got some M’s I could buy Hardees (I could buy Hardees)
And I got some water, ..
Turn the mansion to a club, let’s have a party (let’s have a party)
We got options, you can drink Act, red or green?
All this .. I drink
Got me tearin’ up the f*ckin’ street.
..
I got b*tches rollin’ down on a nigga
I go ride on a nigga
I go ride all them niggas
And I shade all my grizzy
I go ride all them niggas
I go ride all them niggas
..
I go ride all them niggas on my way to the top
I lost some homies, they got f*cked
Couple homies they got shot
I don’t count it forrr.

Lyrics: Jesse Jagz – Midnight Vibes ft. AO

Lyrics: Jesse Jagz – Midnight Vibes ft. AO

[Chorus – Jesse Jagz]
Can I be your be your be your be your
Lover love lover
Can I be your be your be your be your
Lover love lover
Let me be your be your be your be your
Be your be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your, let me be your

[Verse 1 – Jesse Jagz]
Now lady, can I be your? Lover
Ocean and your sky baby (?)
I know you got a man baby can I be more?
Hands on the door baby beg on the floor baby
Fire, baby I’ll guide ya be your provider
Lay down beside ya be your supplier
Take you higher, I’ll be inside ya
Am your messiah, let me be your

[Chorus – Jesse Jagz]
Can I be your be your be your be your
In the middle of the night, when your not feeling right
Can I be your be your be your be your
Your lover for the night, I got you feeling light
Let me be your be your be your be your
Be your be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your, let me be your

[Verse 2 – Jesse Jagz]
Let me be your, pick up the phone yeah whenever she call
She dial my number two eleven three four
I’ll be afloat, if ever she fall, let me be your
Fire, baby I’ll guide ya, be your provider
I’ll lay down beside ya, I’ll be your supplier
I’ll take you higher, I’ll be inside ya
Am your messiah, let me be your

[horus – Jesse Jagz]
Let me be your be your be your be your
Be your be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your be your be your
Let me be your be your, can I be your

[Bridge – Jesse Jagz]
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Let me be your be your be be your
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Let me be your be your be be be your, let me be your

[Verse 3 – ÀO]
Shes like ao, deep down inside
I want you deep down inside
I want you so deep so deep so deep
Till your dick drown the side
But I just beat down the ride
Then I slide up with no window
Blow her like a Nintendo
Blow her like she a nympho
Blow her like she that indo
Am tryna be what you need not just what you want
Probably the smoothest africana that she met this month
And let me rub you down while Jesse rolls that blunt
Jaga roll that blunt, skrr skrr skrr

[Bridge – Jesse Jagz]
Can I be your
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Let me be your be your be be be your
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Your-O-O-O-O
Let me be your be your be be be your, can I be your

[Outro – AO]
Yeah girl, let me be your hero
Na na na forget that, let me be your pillow
You can hold me tonight, you can hold me for life
Yeah