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Burna Boy
Burna Boy
Vocals
Lily Allen
Lily Allen
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu
Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu
Lyrics
Frederick John Philip Gibson
Frederick John Philip Gibson
Composer
Lily Allen
Lily Allen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Fred again..
Fred again..
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Lyrics

Anyway I thought you was a G but you're a snake I swear down you can't come around my estate And ah gwarn like say you bad and brave Because where me come from man are moving bait An they got the whole block ducking jakes So if none of you man gimme space I'll show you 'bout knocking on Heaven's Gate (Heaven's Gates) My love what's it gonna be (Roadboy) When they sound the alarm will you come find me? Mr. Bad and Boujee, will you come pick me up? Can you guarantee When it's time to pick a side you'll be on my team? Now it's kicking off saying world war three Boy orh orh orh You snuck up on me Anyway Boy violate, let the semi spray Me ah di undisputed Heavyweight Champion till me old and very grey You must I think say you badder than ISIS Cah you got a few likkle devices You must not know who my guys is 'Cause if you did you woulda never ever come try this Take out them eyeses, with di deh pliers 'Cause me know seh dem ah pree fi wid dem eyeses So me cock it and I breathe And realize this So me call up Lily to harmonise this Can't diss my sis Anyway I thought you was a G but you're any snake I swear down you can't come around my estates And ah gwarn like say you bad and brave Be-cah where me come from man are moving bait And they got the whole block ducking jakes So if none of you man gimme space I'll show you 'bout knocking on Knocking on, knocking on Heaven's Gates Se para non, Se para non Se para non, Se para non Se para non, Se para non Say me bad I know Where me come from look like Baghdad I know Tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you, tellin' you Heaven and I ain't lie, they daily deh, we merely telling uh Heaven I say Burna ranking, him stand nuh regular Dis ah rasswire, dem boy they nuh ready for Brrrrrr rrring, call pon mi cellular Dun know the mandem mi par wid nuh regular Mi par wid drug peddler, pass me the rizzla From yuh violate ah gunshot inna yuh head una Cah when in life when you nuh read, that's when I sekkle for Guns and artilleries ah get heavier Yow, you nuh waan see nuh holes inna yuh friend? Can't violate, can't bad enuh Bwoy can't done enuh Nothing ah say I nah run enuh Yah guh make me buss my gun in uh Some get burn enuh I nuh e'en like play gun enuh Dem fi know mi bad from mi youngin enuh Mi bad I know Anyway Boy violate, let the semi spray You coulda got away but now it's very late Cah paigons end up in the grave like every day I always was the yute with the scary face Manna move wicked inna my estate So if none of you man gimme space I'll show you 'bout knocking on Knocking on, knocking on Heaven's Gates
Writer(s): Lily Rose Beatrice Allen, Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu, Frederick John Philip Gibson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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