Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ebu Moses
Songwriter
Lyrics
I don press sote my data done ex, I don see many things my eyes don red
I don see many things for the trenches, i they ball die but I for the bench, I don drink Many things but I'm tasty, Oluwa got my back yet him they my defense, cause if not Many things for don dead me, I no really send on my own I'm deadly, shout out to the Guys way been shenk me, make me go hard now I get card like I be referee
I don press sote my data done ex, I don see many things my eyes don red
Many things bother me oh, Mama prayers cover me, I no bother nobody, I just want to Talk again, I just want to make the pay, I just want to make the way, Wetin I go do today
I don press sote my data done ex, I don see many things my eyes don red
I don press sote my data done ex, I don see many things my eyes don red
You don ever press until you turn depressed? Oh lord no make me relent, I work I they Try my best oh lord no make me regret, I don press I they try buy the Benz oh lord no Make me forget, I they flex I just want to they ball oh lord butter my bread
I they shenk men, men don shenk me too, i they mend men, men don mend me too, I no Send men way no send me too, I like men way they work abeg send me tools, them get Some guys way slide into my IG say them need the account way fit verify the ID, me I Come reply Shey you they whine me, before I hit send this guy disconnect him Wi-Fi
I don press sote my data done ex, I don see many things my eyes don red
Written by: Ebu Moses
