Ginger Mi

Lyrics

Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Okun no le Eh it's Your Boy Kaptain! Yeah, want the lighter Pass the kush Me wanna be a rich nigga From the hood See,see Ice na rap star Badder than a Gangster Hey mamacita Me got a Tiney Tempah Forget school Experience is the greatest teacher Nigga's Quick to ask Like their hands got Blisters Fakers, hater's I'M all about the paper Mi o raye fun obirin Gon' see you later Take a tie you can suit yourself Or maybе you should get a gun Then you can shoot yourself Thеy expecting the worst But am doing my best I stay strong like King Kong I they beat my chest The boy's not mortal kombat You shouldn't finish him Because he nor get now Doesn't mean you should be teasing him Money be the igwe Wey they turn people to slave Fuck with my team You're digging your grave When we turn up on the party Everybody's dancing Steady we be balling And na mi music they be dancing And give me love wey they ginger mi Oduyewu they ginger mi o Na the party done they ginger mi The party done they trigger mi Say, see Order two bottles for club Nai make your guy at the top They feel like abacha Fake watch, fake chain Fake Gucci, fake Prada But bros you get love for Aba sha Veronica your babe She they ride me like Benz We get accident for your bed Na bassssssssssha Omo she trip gon' Omo she trip gon' My guy Efizzy Even run am with abacha But nor be that one We come here to talk about If nor be money matter E nor come out from my mouth Shey you be say I nor fit blow Unless na whistle now Pull up in a Maserati You they carry face like we get issue But I nor send you If I see you for club I go still flex you Give you like two fine kele Make them organize you Rearrange you Then process you! When we turn up on the party Everybody's dancing Steady we be balling And na mi music they be dancing And give me love wey they ginger mi Oduyewu they ginger mi o Na the party done they ginger mi The party done they trigger mi Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Yeah! Patient dog patient dog Done get ulcer Na money go make people Answer you yes sir Hard hard guy But feelings is vital That one nor mean say You go worry too much Lyk lyta Hey God Boston records done even sign See olofofo them They can't stop my shine If you they run Very soon you go fly na time! Trust in God alone Charley keep on the grind Fake pastors fake prophet Fake prophecies Fake friends,they fake life,they fake everything They fake smile they fake love,I see jealousy The whole systems fucked up Even politics Take your clothes off Turn off the light Turn off turn off Turn of the light Good life,sweet Life, free trips for the night good life,sweet life, free trips for the night Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata Mo feshe lu, Aya kata