Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Enemies , by - M.I AbagaRelease date: 29.10.2014
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Enemies |
| You know Jude |
| Hmm, oh my God |
| That guy is just something else |
| He’s so jealous of his brother |
| He’s so jealous |
| Like he’s envious |
| He’s talking ill of them |
| He’s not even happy for their success |
| He’s so jealous and so bitter |
| Obviously because he hasn’t been getting shows |
| You know, he’s jus there |
| It’s almost like he’s fallen off the surface of the industry, you know |
| And he doesn’t hide it at all |
| You know Jude and I are very close |
| We’re very very close |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Yea, na so the thing be |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Look straight into the eyes of the enemies |
| WhatYaSay |
| Ya |
| Enemies, enemies |
| Everywhere i look, enemies |
| Watching me close like a journalist |
| These enemies |
| Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me |
| Niggas are thirsty thirsty thirsty |
| Plotting to hurt me, hurt me, hurt me |
| Lord have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Oh Lord have mercy upon mally soul |
| Enemies around me wherever I go |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Oh Lord have mercy on my soul |
| Enemy wan take control o |
| — M. I |
| Yea |
| Listen real close my brother… my brother |
| Be careful who you tell about your lover… your lover |
| Be careful who you carry to your mother… your brother |
| Alot of enemies they be hiding under cover |
| In every 12, there’s one Judas |
| For every 2Pac, you got shooters |
| True that |
| For every Ceasar, there’s one Brutus |
| Wherever food at, you got looters |
| Tell me who that |
| Cos they want your breakfast, they want your lunch |
| They want your pictures, they want to munch |
| If you speaking, check in their phone |
| They might be recording, my nigga bone |
| Yea mehn i’ve seen it all |
| If Oluwa hadn’t been involved |
| Yea… a nigga would have never balled |
| Ah cos people wanna see me fall |
| All these |
| — Patoranking |
| Enemies, enemies |
| Everywhere i look, enemies |
| Watching me close like a journalist |
| These enemies |
| Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me |
| Niggas are thirsty thirsty thirsty |
| Plotting to hurt me, hurt me, hurt me |
| Lord have mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy mercy |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Oh Lord have mercy upon mally soul |
| Enemies around me wherever I go |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| Oh Lord have mercy on my soul |
| Enemy wan take control o |
| — M. I |
| Yo, a little advice to you my sister |
| I know you love and trust your mister |
| But your best friend is asking you to gist her |
| Cos she wants to know how he treats you |
| Is he sweet to you? |
| Does he cheat you? |
| You sef dey yarn how your deep shoes |
| When he comes to visit, she wear see through |
| When he wants to eat, she makes sweet soup |
| Mama see you |
| Still thinking that your girl got your back |
| Na so many girls, no dey fear, them relax |
| Until one day when your man come say to you |
| Make your girl come play on the bed and you react huh |
| Ah, kasala don burst |
| Now your man’s gone to another one’s touch |
| Cos your girls been jealous since you met him |
| Waiting just to get him |
| Mama tell me who you gon trust |
| Not these… these |
| — Patoranking |
| Enemies, enemies |
| Everywhere i look, enemies |
| Watching me close like a journalist |
| These enemies |
| Oh Lord have mercy mercy on me |
| Just let the fire burn haters haters |
| Let the fire burn huh huhn |
| Just let the fire burn haters |
| Let the fire burn ahn ahn |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back |
| We know wan see them no more |
| Tell them we no wan see them no more |
| Oh I don’t know if I’ll make it back u |
| — Patoranking |
| Enemies enough like sand and beach |
| And so we tell them say fire pon witch |
| Me no wan see them go ina me kitchen |
| When we are play, none of them a snitch ya |
| Them a fear cause |
| Me no wan see none of them haters |
| Them a fear cause |
| Tell em fit give you hundred acres |
| I will issue them a topic, dem a discuss |
| When we fresh, men dem wan dress pass |
| I carry their face like big blocks |
| Tell them they are covered by Jesus |
| Enemies keep running inna me premises |
| Them no care about nemesis |
| Them pon we skin like allergies |
| Them a look and fit strategy |
| Them a say this, them a say that |
| Them a hate this, and them a hate that |
| Yo |
| Them a say this, them a say that |
| Them a hate this, and them a hate that |
| Enemies make you pack and go |
| Enemies we no wan to see you no more |
| Enemies make you pack and go |
| Patoranking, Chairman, me na say so |