Lyrics Back To School - Eskmo

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Code name Dremo

Nigga better get like me, Thunder
ASUU even can't strike me
I'm Mayweather, you fog
You won't cease to let you be the first to leave with a Black Eye
Please don't Test me, you can't pass
I'm not your baby, did you see me wearing Diapers?

Gbege don mess, Yawa don gas
Your girlfriend behaviour
Dey for Math-Set, cos na she dey Compass
She get my contact, she want to come house
She dey my compound, Update
Comot her off-white, she start to off pants
I'm 'bout to off light, Update
Back to you boys say you fly, okay, how fly?
Bros! Cos anytime I raid the area,
All I see is dead house flies, yuke, puke

And I be steady sharing this swag like it's WiFi (yea, truth)
Better copy and drop your stupid-ass-pride, mtchwee
Stupid-ass-guy, yes, I proceed like say I get belle
Not done spitting
You were never fat, but just don't fit in
In Gidi to make the paper in one-seating
Guardiola I dey coach them in another man city

You ain't gat the job done, whack
Shot fired, let the bullet touch the dead guy e-sat
Hot guy, I'm the opposite of Big Shaq
I ain't even take a picture, but they' watching me snap

Huu, yea, you, should go Back To School
Cos you ain't gat class like that
Mehn, you ain't gat class like that

Say huu, you, should go Back To School
Cos you ain't gat class like that
Nah, you ain't gat class like that

Nasimi wakup urche oheeeee
Nacha aha nacha ahaa
Nasimi wakup urche oheeeee (Oluwa!)
Nacha aha nacha ahaa