Lyrics

Ladies and gentlemen, gentlemen Im a sellout MC And that's why my rhymes get so much desi Be on this heat im getting mercy But give me a cold glass of beer and lets see Im half kpaki, im half Ajebutter That means im soft and i could be *** I roll the streets straight to the gutter If I was a wrestler I will certain slaughter Right now im doing my own thing And that's why my rhymes are easy to slow sing Check both side s of my ear they both bling Forget fish ponds Im swimming in main stream I roll with sistu and kayshu I think they are both alcoholics And they know Storm this beat like oby I should know Im so drunk and ah like keshu and sixco Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well If e sweet iyo Well well Make all of una sing iyo Well well Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well Chicks plenty oh Make all of una cling iyo ah ah Mass disciple cus im the bum You try to say something and you still sound dumb Water be come, im now on storm Your bell says im not punctual Im late to come Im taking naija by storm And im still not done At the expense of some Im having so much fun People say dem no know me Dem just dey form My lyrics are so boring, I have to yawn Switch to midgid you know how I do A lot of young girl want to be my boo They all know what is good Dey won taste my soup Umunnamu yes that's the name of my crew Okay now The club is bouncing Im on radio like Jonathan Hansen Announcing But you still bounce like fake checks Cus I dey all over your CD's and tape desks Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well If e sweet iyo Well well Make all of una sing iyo Well well Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well Chicks plenty oh Make all of una cling iyo ah ah I love my life Living lavida local Relax with my chick from our living room sofa Im hardly sober with cash for my pocket If cash no dey They almost fall from en sockets With this *** bikabanka The way you move your hips oh baby go faster I should be the master you the mistress Or rather you could be the victim I the sickness Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well If e sweet iyo Well well Make all of una sing iyo Well well Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well Chicks plenty oh Make all of una cling iyo ah ah Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well If e sweet iyo Well well Make all of una sing iyo Well well Na me I don come again oh Well well Na me I don come again Well well Chicks plenty oh Make all of una cling iyo ah ah