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Me when you touch me then I blast like knockout Ebi me them dey watch for this arena I give them knockout Tell'em say I be expensive, gold ano be like copper Tell'em say I'm from the trenches but I be dadabee proper Dem say still I dey make money but I tell dem ebi top up I keep telling them I get kwashey boys and I get bad landguards Sometimes I dey tell them to mellow sometimes we dey take charge We just dey come to your ends if you talk too much we go pop up Hey Quarshiega, Booker Tee, tell Vanisher say me I conquer All the kush weh we smoke for odawna no be waste of time brother Shadawts to Amula Sahara, you teach me things weh I now know You take my gun and you save my life and you say this no good for you Country broke oh Country no broke We deh inside Otee show ni am3 Sha bo photo We deh inside Everyday you deh hear send me momo We deh inside Somebody say sportybet no be lotto We deh inside I say go check lartehbiokorshie what dem do me and Trueman We just deh sleep for veranda my father say hey we for move man I say Dem naked Trueman for public the thing go my soul waaa And until this day I no even do nothing for Trueman So when you say you know me know say I just just know you Don't go tell another man say you know my secrets you don't know You don't know nothing Go ask Double T for KG nibii ni w)fee ni am3 fee diin W) ni w)ts)) am3 ale Shadawts to my man BKG Hey Jupitar do you remember times I call you 4AM If you dey talk like royal guard ago show you our statement Chale me I nodey lie I dey tell you my story if you like don't take am Original like Netflix me ano dey come just to dey fake am Country broke oh Country no broke We deh inside Otee show ni am3 Sha bo photo We deh inside Everyday you deh hear send me momo We deh inside Somebody say sportybet no be lotto We deh inside Amba ano forget you Hey don't make them torment you Leftee ano forget you Don't make them torment you Hey Chupa ano forget you Don't make them torment you Ano forget you Don't make them torment you Some people weh I just give chance Dem wan take fans So don't lose guard Uh uh To every friend that I met on the street To every brother To every sister Asong out there to make u know that I'm working hard Don't give up It's gon get to your turn soon We still here! I get rich you get rich You get rich I get rich Patience!
Writer(s): Shatta Wale Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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