| I love the trumpets mhen
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| Wonderful sturv
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| Just blow it, blow it
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| Yels, I’m enjoining myself
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| Ladies and gentlemen, huh
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| These are mature music
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| For 18 and above only or maybe 21 self
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| Huh
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| This is SS3 senior rap, make my juniors bow
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| Still do this for the cake, and still do dis for chow
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| They say wen dem done blow, they turn stupid or proud
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| I guess I’m stupid and proud
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| Trynna shout for the cloud
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| Maybe I go hit the sun, I’m big as Jupiter now
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| Awon te mi se ri mi, I still dey move with the crowd
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| Baby I go change your life if only you would allow
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| Cause you bad, you making people shoot me like ow!
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| And we chilling at my place and I’m with you on the couch
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| And wen you go down, I’m liking what you do with mouth
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| She say if I pay she go move that booty around
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| Las gidi, money for hand and booty for ground
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| Bring the chardonnay joor, where the rozay at
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| I’m in your face like that Dj sosay tat
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| So don’t play smart, cause I be omo eko
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| To ba ro kpe o mo what’s up I’ll show you how e dey go
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| They say what goes up, will always come down
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| Well, we dey fly high
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| And we never touch ground
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| Higher than a high priest, smoking on the high table
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| Trynna add more zero till uncountable
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| And the super model girls we they give time table
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| And the quite greatest
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| Euro sky is quite stable
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| Yeah we trynna make cake, we dey bake the flour
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| And we trynna stay on top like raise to power ah
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| This is chardonnay music
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| It’s P O E baby
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| Chilled white wine
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| Sunday afternoon, sun is coming in
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| I can’t help but think about my city
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| It’s poor by the way
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| Lagos, how far with lagos on a Monday
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| Traffic is as bad as the news on the front page
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| And judging by my salary, I might as well be unpaid
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| My boss has the ordasity to call me on a Sunday
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| E be like say e chop crase, or chop fufu
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| Cause dis stinks, everyone is on the island now till it sinks
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| I can only stay for a minute
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| I gat to go, trynna make my mark in history now with no ink
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| I think if you truly being to lagos
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| There’s beauty in the chaos
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| We’re so deep in the paper chase
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| That prayers wouldn’t save us
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| Still I gat to slow it down
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| So my baby can do her make up
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| Mhen I take her everywhere, but lord knows she gonna delay us
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| Don’t show me where to pack
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| Oga show me where to take off
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| Call me super hero but it’s time to take the Cape off
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| And let’s sip chardonnay
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| I put that cd on repeat and watch the sunlight fade
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| Huh (let's go)
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| Yes sir
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| Chyn huhun
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| I had a long week
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| It’s only right that I you know
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| Help myself to a tall glass of chardonnay
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| I know you know what I’m saying
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| Huh, chyn… yeah
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| This is for my chardonnay drinkers
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| Moet sippers
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| The type that hold a convoy and still hold there liquor
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| Huh, everyday there’s an occasion
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| So many chicks are spotted
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| 101 Dalmatians
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| And it never ends like lindsay lohan’s court date
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| 2 chicks, 3 shots and then foreplay
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| I learn from her
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| Especially when she on her knees
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| Body bad as hell smile heavenly
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| You red wine sipping after a long day
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| I hear you walking in them heels from the hallway
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| You always keep it classy red carpet Grammy awards
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| Hell in detriot
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| That booty can start a war
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| You’ll think they can handle you
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| But they hardly can
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| Let me get my hands on your memory glands
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| And the other chicks never had class
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| They where home schooled
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| But guess who, that’s right
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| Yes you
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| Yeah
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| Thank you so much ladies and gentlemen
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| Unfortunately that is the end of the show
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| Yeah
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| I’m signing out shout out just my my man chyn
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| Poe’s in the building too
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| Huh
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| Sparks on the beat by the way
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| Yeah
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| Oya blow that trumpet again let me hear it
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| Hey
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| I love it
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| Alright… Piss out |