paroles de chanson Indaboskee - Alpha Ojini

I'm the lion itself
I'm the fight
I'm the liquid metal
I'm a indaboski, pahose
I'm coming back from oversea

Ojini, hey

Shey na your leg you carry waka come my church?
I go comot the devil for your belle by force
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch
Shey na America visa, you go get am one touch
Coat of many corors, I am dangelous
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch

Press your neck make the devil comot
If you no gree, smackdown ekwensu go comport
See I can never go broke
Thanks to the people of God
They spray me money when I gbese for moral support
Empty your pocket in the church, it's in the Bible of course
Pay your tithe and your offering plus a little top up
So later on in the night I can go and tear the club up
Then bring the energy to Sunday and ginger the church up
Hhmmm
I put the work in so I must blow (heh)
When I blow breeze, annoiting must flow
And when I say fall, you fall, brother just like that
I gotta display, congregation must grow (Yeba)
So these days when I step into the church, sometimes I am lost
It's like I'm staring into time's eyes
Listening to the preacher as time flies by
Wishing I could get on that pulpit, E get why

Na your leg you carry waka come this church?
Dem go comot the devil for your belle by force
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch
Shey na the Canada visa, you go get am one touch
Yellow shirt on yellow shoe, see as I soft
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch

Y'all don't wanna miss this
It's for these sinners who've got a sweet tongue 'cause the truth is bitter
'I have decided to follow Jesus'
Are you gonna wait till he's on twitter?
Jebo watch you christian run and put your masks on
It's another Sunday, you only get to pray one day
Go tell God you're sorry for what you gon' do on Monday
And what you did on Saturday, you must think it's a rendezvous
You must be thinking 'how 'bout y'all?'
I ain't got no qwams if a preacher tryna ball, but hypocrisy?
I ain't entertaining that at all
Lift your eyes to the hills and don't let your face fall
That's word to the ones out here pocketing the offering
Whose footsteps y'all following?
Borrow from the treasury, get ready to go on sorrowing
Can't tell if you' winning souls or concubines, Solomon

Shey na your leg you carry waka come my church?
I go comot the devil for your belle by force
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch
Shey na America visa, you go get am one touch
Coat of many corors, I am dangelous
Indaboski
Skindaboski
Preacher man got the oil, don't touch

Say I am a show maker
Then you bring to me your evidences that make you to be better than me
You're just a noise maker
I pray but my joke is too dangelous
I smile but my smiling is too dangelous
I am coat of many corors