Lyrics Kwaku Issa Bad Boy (feat. Afro Fargo) - Goddamn Boi

Graah!
Graaah! Graaah!
Aye!
Woi!
Aye!
Na school ny3 me line
So I stick to the trap
Niggas are sleeping at night
Goddamn, I just need a nap
Sleep is for the dead, my nigga
Y3p3 sika, what you dey figa?
Kwaku no dey work for the government
But still he go ride in a beamer
But still he dey ride in a Benz
Bro he is tryna make money his friend
Kwaku no dey fuck with the opposition
Cause he knows them niggas dey pretend
Cause He knows these bitches dey pretend
Them no go ride till the end
Kwaku nim s3 nipa ny3 perfect
We no be 10 over 10
We no b 10 over 10
We not be 100 percent
Kwaku is living to learn
But I'm still me I never repent
Kwaku nni degree
But he knows how to use a pen
He knows how to sign a check
Kwaku wants to buy a jet
Want to be one of the best
That be why he ano fit rest
10 toes till he's dead
10 toes till I'm dead
Holy water on my head
Kweku no dey give Gaba
Everywhere he go step
Only God I dey watch
I don't need your help
Plenty numbers on my phone
But I only talk to myself
Kwaku no dey hear
He block ears like he's deaf
Are you deaf?
Na school ny3 me line
So I stick to the trap
Niggas are sleeping at night
Goddamn, I just need a nap
Sleep is for the dead, my nigga
Y3p3 sika, what you dey figa?
Kwaku no dey work for the government
But still he go ride in a beamer
I know what it takes
I'm dancing with idols in the rain
I came from the ghetto
There is no doctor for my pain
Who you are who you been
Open your eyes nigga not the same
I fought with the devil
I put like 6 shots in his brain
I got a soft spot for the game
What you looking at? Look away
Niggas with fake smiles in my face
I'm the man nigga, kiss my ring
Top of my class nigga, what you think?
I got bars, lemme pour you drinks
They call me ice cold for a reason
Man you shady nigga, that is treason
This is my season, I'm going hard like i mean it
Money talks, only business
Sky is the ceiling,
I whip it out now she creamy
Oh my god girl you freaky
Pride of my city
You know my line you can reach me
I put it on for my city, shorty be freaky
She no dey fit to resist me
Someone tell that bitch, miss me
Complex like physics
Na school ny3 me line
So I stick to the trap
Niggas be sleeping at night
God damn, I just need a nap
Sleep is for the dead, my nigga
Y3p3 sika what you dey figa
Kwaku no dey work for the government
But still he go ride in a beamer
Khendi on the mix