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Finish him Is this the motherfucking thanks I get For making my people proud every chance I get? (Yeah) It's okay, I get (Cole World) This Naija, no love Only Jah know where it started from Oluwa Burna still apply pressure Sneak up on you on a silent one Ooh, ooh, who be that person I showed you how to really do this thing Oluwa Burna na the blueprint of course And I gave you Afrofusion No words can describe all of my waka waka No place I no go to If e dey hurt you, na like this I dey hustle E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no Passa passa, oh, no Sare sare, oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Taye taye, oh, no Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no You go dey reason am rough, rough Oh, no Passa, passa, oh, no SongtexteSare, sare oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Soro, soro, oh, no Laye, laye, o Oh, no Is this the motherfucking thanks I get? Too many people no dey fear God What you think He created hell for? Mankind so jealous Wetin dem no know dem dey tell us, tell us Oluwa mi fe mo Oluwa Burna moti jelo My fall is unheard of You never hear them say I fell off, fell off E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no Passa passa, oh, no Sare sare, oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Taye taye, oh, no Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no You go dey reason am rough, rough Oh, no Passa, passa, oh, no Sare, sare oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Soro, soro, oh, no Laye, laye, o Oh, no Is this the motherfucking thanks I get? You say my mama dance for Fela You say I no get baby mama You say that I'm cancelled again You say I shoot pesin for Cubana (Yeah) Because I wan collect pesin woman (That's how they act, right?) Is this the motherfucking thanks I get for making my people proud every chance I get? Burna and me, been runnin' this shit for eternity I fathered a couple of styles, I'm takin' paternity leave Permanently, they hate, now I'm brushin' the dirt off my sleeve Steadily talkin' Ms to me, it's like I'm learnin' to read Sounded it out, takin' my time, countin' it out, slowly Dust collectin' on the Rollie, me and these beats is holy Matrimony, feelin' like Axel Foley In Beverly Hills, coppin' whatever I feel Cole and Burna, Shaq and Kobe Winnin' a ring, then we gon' repeat and three-peat Them nerds hate, they seat geeks They peepin' us on the low, we like the cheat sheet Get paid for phrases, I don't believe in free speech I said it, I meant it, no take backs I don't even need the receipts, so please miss me with the PC I be in NYC on a bike with the hood up like I'm E.T These rappers ain't like me, I'm knee-deep in the concrete Forever cemented, don't you ever forget it E go take your mind, woto, woto, oh, no Passa passa, oh, no Sare sare, oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Taye taye, oh, no Jaye, jaye, oh, no, o, oh, no You go dey reason am rough, rough Oh, no Passa, passa, oh, no Sare, sare oh, no Ki ya ma sa, oh, no Soro, soro, oh, no Laye, laye, o Oh, no Is this the motherfucking thanks I get? Burna, I see you You got the whole world on smash right now This whole shit is yours, forever how long you want it Know what I mean? Aus Songtexte Mania