| Oleku, tell me something wey I no fit do
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| Mi o gbopo gbopo gbopo malotuu
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| Mo ni ni mo ni ni, Odeji, Modeji
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| I hope you ready, cos it’s oleku
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| She feeling the boy, she feeling, she feeling the boy
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| Okay, I’m so interesting
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| It’s why they say that I’m the next thing
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| So even on features I’m impressing
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| People do hate but I’m a flexing
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| Yeah, I learned the lesson
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| They throw me shots but I’m a chesting
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| I’m far from pop my pop is resting
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| My flow so bad my tongue is vexing
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| Yeah
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| No one is testing, I’m best by far is what I’m guessing
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| 1 2 3, I win like wrestling
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| How can I loose I’m with the best team
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| Yeah, I’m the boy with the fire
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| DJ’s gimmie more spin than a tyre
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| Seen it all, done it all sang in the
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| Choir
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| Feeling like I’m tenor here only go higher
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| Yeah!
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| Okay, its so exciting
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| The game’s been dull, but I’m igniting
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| Positive flow I’m so attracting
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| Whether freestyles or even writing — yeah!
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| I put my life in, the bread don’t cut, I put
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| The knife in, my left hand weak, I put the right in
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| And take my bars from J to Brighton
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| I see the lightning, I know sometimes the rain is
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| Frightening, no matter how hard the seed is ripening
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| So when you hear Ice prince say hyping — yeah!
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| I don try plenty, I dey rap, I dey sing, I dey come M. C
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| It’s too many songs and I’m never empty
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| Now you chop stone if you want tempt me — ah, ah!
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| Okay, I’m so contagious, and no one done this good in ages
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| I put my foot in hell, courageous
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| Too many verse like bible pages — yeah!
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| And I hit their playlist, so I can grow up from low
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| To apex, until my account is fat and shapeless
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| Too many songs but mine is latest — yeah!
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| So love or hate this, I’m getting my cake, I’m on the cake list
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| Beating my chest, I’m on the Ape list
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| You should be honoured and bow to greatness — yeah!
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| See my name’s getting famous, my team’s fire men you cannot flame us
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| Na Baba God work, you cannot blame us
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| It’s in vain when haters try 'n aim us — yeah! |