paroles de chanson Crooked Love - MuXXXmILL
TIS
must
be
so
wrong
Happening
on
the
Seat
of
the
Caliphate
Nu
Nu
Pac
and
Dre
getting
hoochie
mamas
going
(California
Ye)
Born
ill,
no
bitch
keep
the
Snapchat
on
record
His
nomenclature
(MuXXXmILL)
Huh
yeah
fuck
your
accord
A
perfect
record
leaving
heaven
where
Eedris
Abdulkareem
To
raven,
ravage,
licensing,
illing,
hairy
penis
spraying
Huh
(Huh)
It's
that
one
whose
mother
gave
him
Truck
full
vaseline
Taping
it,
naming
it
those
days,
know
say
Clarence
Anini
with
this
flow
idiots
call
him
Lucky
to
be
here
Luncheon
on
S.K
with
G-nut
finna
high
365
(Garri
bitches)
Only
giving
me
dues
When
they
saw
the
devil's
leash
on
me
growing
like
grass
Humping
on
chicks
who
didn't
take
notice
of
me
until
I
Circumcised
my,
to
be
called
by
Evolved
to
dope
(Dope
as
fuck)
Calling
it
insanity
cus
I
married
The
music,
made
it
my
own
Doing
nighters
in
my
worn
out
nikes
(Nikes)
Patch
patch
boxers
all
of
us
Baba
God
intercede,
save
a
face
No
long
leg,
no
fucking
Huh
Tap
on
the
weblink
or
chop
you
raw
(Papaya)
Am
erasing
the
E
in
the
E
to
the
9,
Y,
C,
E
With
QWERTY
I've
been
too
nice,
bye
byes
my
talent
swallows
Flamingoes
up
in
the
air
Na
true
I
neva
enter
aeroplane
Bring
a
rhythm
close
Barry
Allen
(Zoom)
zoom
faster
than
flies
fly
With
the
mic
chasing
Any
DJ
beat
whether
na
Tay
Keith
or
Jimmy
Jatt
Rock
slow
to
Ecool
(Huh),
spinning
em
all
Mending,
flogging,
chopping
e
fada
beyond
recognition
(Lit)
Outside
the
walls
of
your
school
you
get
beat
I
get
rich
Left
right,
left
right
I
nyash
the
love
of
your
life
(Woo)
Striving
to
attach
I
detach
Run
for
my
life
on
a
Fuck
you
2 Gang
merch
A
march
in
may
by
now
they
all
hail
(Kabiyesi
oh)
Huh
never
wanting
your
praise
Swearing
this
rap
is
a
curse
He
leaves
and
he
dies
Football,
Université
wetin
e
never
try
20
something
thou'
words
in
D.O.C
(D.O.C)
How
you
want
take
die
when
you
never
atop
the
charts
On
God,
this
my
P.O.V
(P.O.V)
10
years
in
the
womb
of
rap
Tell
your
mama
say
'I
swear
to
you
say
you
go
blow'
If
those
local
bitches
weley,
you
marry
oyibo
(Woo)
Not
a
song,
a
peak
into
my
diary
booboo
Can't
say
it's
God's
gift
If
Muzzy
must
be
high
before
he
impregnates
If
you
know
who
must
be
on
cloud
eleven
before
my
lyrics
like
Sunny
Ade,
Asa,
Dagrin,
ask
Hajaar
(Skrrt-skrrt)
If
I
didn't
try
to
run
from
this
calling
I
know
you
won't
get
it
With
that
olodo
concept
(Lit)
Party
clothes,
party
shoes,
Enough
repertoire
to
tap
the
oloshos
(Woo)
Reposting
motivating
quotes,
not
loosing
myself
in
it
High
time
I
flipped
twitter
to
2go,
end
this
savagery
Say
na
talent
you
wey
whore
around
Before
it's
agreed
you
the
next
Albani
Darego
Fuck
you
for
saying
Grammy
cheated
Burna
When
you
never
heard
a
pitch
from
Kidjo
See
oh,
(See
oh)
Soaring
this
pitch
high
plural
fucks
aimed
at
y'all
That
say
it's
hate,
shooting
it
down
like
Sowore
Like
Saro
Wiwa,
like
Moshood
Abiola
Stephen
Keshi
Huh,
not
my
forte
Huh
(Huh)
My
pen
isn't
the
only
one
bleeding
in
this
line
Name
a
designer
who's
raising
the
same
needle
as
I
Sewing
up
his
motherland
Finger-banging
it
with
beauty
Squirting
from
the
rooftop
of
Sheraton
(Skrrt-Skrrt)
Knowing
without
it's
wellbeing
This
Pup
won't
pop
You
from
Africa?
fuck
where
you
from
Garri,
sugar,
groundnut
I
do
know
where
you
from
No
go,
no,
no,
no,
no
(No
go)
Heart
is
froze,
cold,
cold,
(Cold
cold)
Chilling
on
a
low
when
she
goes
(Goes)
Bigi
baka
underneath
the
cropped
top
(Crop
top)
Squad
cray
cray,
bush
Fowls
(Bush
fowl)
Pull-up
like
Gobinor
come
sensitize
(Sensitize)
Clean
up
good
barber
do
work
(Do
your
work)
Her
goons
pick
red
bottoms
(Red
bottoms)
Hop
out,
hop
up
Huh
(Huh)
Fuck
up,
not
now
La
Drag
her
to
the
picnic
in
the
park
Picnic
up
top,
Hummer-Limo
La
La
La
like
India
film
Laugh
'bout
voice
wey
be
like
goat
In
her
pant
without
a
no
no
no
Smoove
Chap
(Woo)
just
like
that
Cream
off-white
Oh
Lo
Lo
Filling
my
mouth
with
her
Nunu
Eyes
to
the
cloud
e
don
dey
sup
Sipping
on
some
puna
like
Like
Nu
Nu
Nu,
Nu
Nu
Nu
Nu
Like
Nu
Nu
Nu,
Nu
Nu
Nu
Nu
Like
Nu
Nu
Nu,
Nu
Nu
Nu
Nu
Kpeke
kpeke
(Nunu
de
Masa)
This
kain
kpeke
(Nunu
de
Kosai)
is
not
okay
till
we
tire
(Tire)
This
fish
on
fire
(On
fire)
Papaya
ya
ya
ya
ya
This
kain
kpeke
is
not
okay
till
we
tire
This
fish
on
fire
Papaya
ya
ya
ya
ya
(Ya)
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