paroles de chanson African Boy - Mojo
Ya
Tell
your
boy
make
e
stop
to
dey
talk
Can't
hear
what
ya
saying
cuz
he's
distorting
stunting
Gucci
tee
and
silk
cotton
way
the
money
just
dey
ooze
Boy
this
shit
rotten
oi
My
dress
code
is
insulting
walk
around
with
bad
girls
Imported
brought
in
from
West
Indies
something
Kind
tozo
you
fit
put
Suya
pepper
salt
in
Salty
That's
when
it
gets
naughty
Kind
sex
way
dey
lead
from
one
tin
to
wanting
often
She
finna
sip
something
she
a
bad
gyal
She
like
to
get
dutty
sure
thing
Assorting
fronting
Look
a
hundred
thousand
dollars
like
it
is
nutting
Small
tin
Soon
as
she
start
flaunting
Lost
in
in
between
the
pipkin
lusting
Yankee
blowing
fone
straight
from
Boston
Lost
in
the
game
like
e
Sam
Ruston
If
you
no
know
the
time
then
you
time
rusty
oh
My
timing
dey
timeless
my
time
frosty
oh
The
lifestyle
is
important
Any
moves
way
you
make
Right
it
down
jot
it
walk
it
N
then
you
gast
sort
it
Till
you
calling
all
the
shots
Jizzey
big
bossing
yea
She
loves
that
African
boy
Oh
na
na
na
She
wan
make
I
give
her
that
African
Love
Sweet
banana
They
loves
that
African
boy
Oh
yah
yah
yah
Because
the
boy
so
fly
fly
fly
Otutu
ice
ice
ice
Say
nutting
free
for
this
life
So
you
got
to
maintain
cuz
Hard
times
don
track
through
your
neighbours
You
cry
to
the
savior
We
dey
pray
to
God
steady
Omo
bless
May
the
God
come
and
save
us
Get
sense
we
dey
hustle
for
Lagos
When
you
get
money
best
friends
turn
to
strangers
Investing
in
other
strangers
Soon
as
you
give
chance
they
go
start
throwing
shots
at
your
angels
Blocking
all
your
angles
Faster
than
yahoo
boy
laptop
way
dey
track
him
location
This
life
full
of
stages
From
Dubai
to
a
station
Last
week
was
on
a
yacht
full
of
babe'es
Foreign
exchanges
class
of
ninety
two
Where
dem
girls
wan
dey
trap
and
then
change
us
You
catch
that
Na
just
the
sax
pon
the
trenches
sugar
boost
That's
why
the
track
too
contagious
Swipe
tru
the
pages
In
the
club
they
be
bumping
I
turn
you
into
junkie
You
know
I'm
putting
work
in
Deserve
all
the
accolades
Like
your
company
But
something
always
stacked
up
against
us
And
the
basterds
is
dangerous
I
try
give
you
the
blueprint
But
it
constantly
changes
How
many
times
way
the
stars
dey
your
face
But
ur
eyes
done
block
cuz
the
dollar
sign's
salvation
It's
all
about
the
money
Everybody's
hunting
You
better
shine
your
eyes
in
the
streets
oju
bloody
If
you
got
nothing
for
me
then
you'll
get
nothing
from
me
That's
the
way
it
is
in
these
streets
wey
them
born
me
Shawty
say
she
dream
sey
be
my
wifey
She
don
dey
call
me
zaddy
Mami
shey
you
wan
dey
whine
me
ni
ni
She
say
my
voice
is
fantastic
and
she
wan
make
we
can
kick
it
in
the
backseat
The
Girls
dem
want
the
black
boy
magic
All
of
them
wan
bussit
Pon
the
long
stick
Sweet
girl
your
back
is
massive
and
I
go
like
make
I
hit
it
in
the
backseat
Damn
right
put
it
down
on
me
On
me
Baby
gbe
sunmomi
She
loves
that
African
boy
Oh
na
na
na
She
wan
make
I
give
her
that
African
Love
Sweet
banana
They
love
that
African
boy
Oh
yah
yah
yah
Because
the
boy
so
fly
fly
fly
Otutu
ice
ice
ice
She
loves
that
African
African
boy
African
boy
African
boy
African
boy
Sweet
banana
They
love
that
African
Oh
yah
yah
yah
Ice
ice
ice
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