Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Olu's House, artist - Naji. Album song The Optimist, in the genre ЭлектроникаDate of issue: 22.06.2017
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Thousand Story
Song language: English
Olu's House |
| Come through with a couple of brews |
| To Olu’s house |
| (Still never invited) |
| The smoke I blow got binary code |
| Feel my glow spark pipes with the pope |
| Ride in the ghost |
| Like Midas with gold |
| Name a kid from the 814 3−2-1 |
| Sonin' em' like I am |
| Filet in the fry pan |
| No date for your lifespan |
| New flav for your taste buds |
| No hate for your fake love |
| And when I grow old |
| I’m still gonna die young |
| Ms. Malia Obama |
| Holla if you need dat ooh la la |
| I could be your new dada |
| I’ll fix you chicken masala |
| (I know it’s tasty) |
| I heard we the ones that you heard about |
| I heard that you heard through the word of mouth |
| If I had a dollar for |
| Every nigga that’s been overlooking |
| Shit that’s an absurd amount |
| Shit I guess that the word is out |
| Oh you heard that the wave is at Olu house |
| Oh you heard them plays coming unannounced |
| We been known |
| But we glad that you know it now |
| And they say «Patches, please wait up» |
| I say wait for what |
| I got paper to count |
| I need paper cuts |
| Heard my shit is good |
| Well good ain’t good enough |
| Good ain’t good enough |
| No, good ain’t good for us |
| Keep me on my toes |
| Keep me on my toes |
| Ooh ooh ooh wee |
| Make me lose control |
| Baby lose control |
| Ooh ooh shawty |
| Now I’d be lying if I told you |
| I was out here for just one night |
| But I know that if I told you that |
| You gon' do the things that I like |
| I got good convo, pink drinks |
| And I’m known to bring that |
| I got good convo, pink drinks |
| And I’m known to bring that pipe, uh |
| So here’s another new idea |
| We gon' skip the bed tonight, yeah |
| But be careful with the Ikea |
| Cause I’m still paying it off, aight yeah |
| Now what you doing with your clothes on |
| Grab some chicken grease |
| And put some gloves on |
| Stand on your head and sing a love song |
| I’m about to show you how to make love, ugh |
| Yeah I’m a foodie on a workbench |
| Finally stickin' to the whole plan |
| And I like my chicken with some breadcrumbs |
| Cause we doing flour not cocaine |
| Add a little egg mix it with the grease |
| If you want the chick to be aggressive |
| And start to focus like four players |
| That’s a wordplay |
| That’s my forté |
| Oh mama, mama, lemme be your fadda |
| We can be a thing like the Lannisters |
| (Wait) |
| Hmm, I heard your ex-nigga |
| Was a nigga that was basic |
| I bet that nigga never had the boy’s kick |
| Lemme console you with the joystick |
| And we don’t speak the same tongue |
| I’m teaching so she can play |
| With the boy’s dictionary |
| What you thought, man |
| Now I’m not one to tell you what to do |
| But I’mma relay some rules to you |
| First up, take your shoes off |
| Lay back on the couch |
| I wanna see that ass in some sweatpants now |
| Are you comfortable |
| It’s been a while |
| Since I seen your smile |
| And I wanna make a move |
| But you got me frozen |
| Man, your thighs are golden |
| And my eyes stay rolling |
| Up and down |
| Turn around |
| Lemme see you some more |
| Oooh |
| Get you a grand tour |
| This is the kitchen |
| Look at all them dishes |
| Lord, I need a witness |
| Keep it moving |
| Take you to the foyer |
| Oh wait you ain’t see the |
| Bedroom floor yet |
| Heh, we might not make it |
| Cause girl I got it bad |
| For you |
| I’m really really glad |
| You came through |
| Old boy don’t know what he had |
| But I do |
| Yeah, I do |
| Yeah, I do |
| I got it bad |
| Yeah, I got it bad |
| Oh baby |
| You had a new flavour lately |
| We could mix the salt with the berry |
| I play the cake, please play the cherry (chérie) |