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PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Tiggs Da Author
Tiggs Da Author
Vocals
JAE5
JAE5
Programming
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Programming
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Songwriter
Jonathan Mensah
Jonathan Mensah
Songwriter
Ellis Taylor
Ellis Taylor
Songwriter
Adam Simon
Adam Simon
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
JAE5
JAE5
Producer
Show N Prove
Show N Prove
Producer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread Good luck Chale, good luck Chale Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh Good luck Chale, good luck Chale You can tell by the look in his eye, you can't trust him I whip my menacing eye at a buff ting My brudda got a sentence, came out bolo and Muslim Now every sentence starts with "are you listening?" Check this ting? I done the sick ting All guns blazing, amazing Boydem lurking, oh you just missed him Somewhere in village with old school ritual man with wisdom Came back fresher, no pressure, mind pleasure Leng man cold, Juju J all up in your boat I might of slipped up like oopsie daisy, I mean niggas get popped everyday B I am in aunties yard with the crooks The money makes up for the looks Death coming, I ain't sticking to the deadline Tell those boys better luck next time Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread Good luck Chale, good luck Chale Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh Good luck Chale, good luck Chale I'm in aunty's yard with the mafia You ain't real you can't munch no jollof with us I know my nigga P planning something devious And the other P looking like a walking VVS We made the real funds, them man are just some funny niggas A couple real dons, why would I need twenty niggas? These days ten niggas is way too many niggas Anyway lets forget them any niggas I was in the can writing letters to Francine Probably spent a rack on my canteen Done like four months, it weren't a major ting The day I came out, Cruddy went straight back in Now I'm in aunty's yard with the crooks again They don't know how to behave, just look at them? I got a hundred opps and I don't think much of them Still tryna do me so good luck to them Ah yeah, I tell you my story You think I'm crazy, baby don't worry I've seen friends that turn to snakes I've see real ones acting fake If you think you get me yeah Good luck Chale Yeah, yeah Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread Good luck Chale, good luck Chale Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh Good luck Chale, good luck Chale Heard they want me dead, heard they want my bread Good luck Chale, good luck Chale Nuttin' for the police, tryna find out who got me, oh Good luck Chale, good luck Chale
Writer(s): Momodou Jallow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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