Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
J Hus
J Hus
Vocals
Burna Boy
Burna Boy
Vocals
Dayna Fisher
Dayna Fisher
Bass
Aod
Aod
Guitar
Alastair O'Donnell
Alastair O'Donnell
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Songwriter
TSB
TSB
Songwriter
Momodou Jallow
Momodou Jallow
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Levi Lennox
Levi Lennox
Producer
TSB
TSB
Producer
Sam Harper
Sam Harper
Mixing Engineer
Stuart Hawkes
Stuart Hawkes
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

(It wasn't my, my, my, my) It wasn't my bredrin that bunned him, they said it must've been Man stand tall, man masculine Anywhere he go, he wanna blast the ting Blast that bastard pikin Bun everyone, man can't just start pickin' See, I love to play the villain I like to make a killin' In the disco, DJ play my riddim Man, have a dance right before we wig him Why everybody dey ask me where Hus una dey? Is he still local or he travel away? Don't violate, I'll throw this glass in your face Don't make me teach you, no be class una dey 'Cause toxic acid children don't know any other way-ay-ay Toxic acid children don't know any other way My nigga, how many times do I have to remind you that? Stepped in the place, now they're climbin' walls 'Cause my brother's first name is Bala, last name is Clava, there for palaver Science matter, Juju Calabar My face give them uncontrollable bladder Toxic acid children don't know any other way It wasn't my bredrin that bunned him, they said it must've been Man stand tall, man masculine Anywhere he go, he wanna blast the ting Blast that bastard pikin Bun everyone, man can't just start pickin' See, I love to play the villain, I like to make a killin' In the disco, DJ play my riddim (ayo, ayo, DJ) Man, have a dance right before we wig him I swear, I'm gonna lock off this party We're takin' Rollies, Audemars, Cartis Who's got the Richard Mille? Slap him, silly, you know the hierarchy Man gotta check in when they come to my city Bouncer can't search me, got the bonsam by my willy And that's my killy We pull up outside on a mad Kawasaki, no talky-talky Burn everyone here, we're not too picky Who's movin' iffy? Burn him if he moves Take off his helmet, that's when he met hell That's why niggas don't exhale, niggas just tryna catch a groove Take off his chain real nice and smooth Take off the rest of his jewels Let me hold a dollar, you know the rules Niggas get burn up when we bang off the-, bang off the- It wasn't my bredrin that bunned him, they said it must've been Man stand tall, man masculine (masculine) Anywhere he go, he wanna blast the ting Blast that bastard pikin Bun everyone, man can't just start pickin' See, I love to play the villain, I like to make a killin' In the disco, DJ, play my riddim Man, have a dance right before we wig him My nigga, how many times do I have to remind you that? Stepped in the place, now they're climbin' walls 'Cause my brother's first name is Bala, last name is Clava, there for palaver Science matter, Juju Calabar My face give them uncontrollable bladder Toxic acid children don't know any other way (It wasn't my-) (My bredrin) (It wasn't my-) (My bredrin) (My bredrin) (My bredrin)
Writer(s): Ikeoluwa Oluwatobi Oluwajare Oladigbolu, Damini Ebunoluwa Ogulu, Levi Lennox Malundama, Momodou Lamin Jallow Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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