paroles de chanson Keresimas - MuXXXmILL

Early this morn' morn'
Omo when I wake
When I wake
I use style pray
(Kingzy on the beats ye)
Use to style pray

She rival Moremi any day (any day)
Queen Amina any day of the week
But her sense no correct unlike these other Queens
These other Queens
Benin bad bitch tossing boys like always pad
Like always pad oh
Ye Ye throwaway like always pad oh
Osanogbuwa no go go go shame us
Osanogbuwa no go let you shame us
She yab my nigga smellos to face
But If e jigga jingle she go look uche face ay ay ay ay uh
Screenshot her insult, I go slap her back
Am still a monkey, and you still a clown
See you, see me, who con really
Really shit for pant ya

I want your ass for keresimas
I want your ass for keresimas
Block me again, pop another sim card
I'll love your ass for keresimas
Your lazy ass for keresimas
One bottom-belle on my la la la lap
Is all I require for keresi, for keresi
For keresimas oh ay

May be, till I wed your ass
May be baby, till I wed your ass
May be, till I wed your ass (ye)
May be baby, till I wed your ass
May be, till I wed your ass
May be baby, till I wed your ass (oh oh yeah)

Dead bodies on the dancefloor uh, I call her kanayo
Never dull, never trip, takeoff my wife-beater
Put it inna ring, ring, ring finger ah
Amma put it inna ring, ring, ring finger ah
OMG, halle! halle halle halle
You no get sense, and I know (I know)
Makin' plans before Ata Rodo ('ta Rodo)
You want stew, you pocket never jollof
Those with glass house, no dey throw stone
You go less your overload
She go less your overload ah
She go less your overload, careful
(Uh uh uh) (Ye Ye)

I want your ass for keresimas
I want your ass for keresimas
Block me again, pop another sim card
I'll love your ass for keresimas
Your lazy ass for keresimas
One bottom-belle on my la la la lap
Is all I require for keresi, for keresi
For keresimas oh ay

May be, till I wed your ass
May be baby, till I wed your ass
May be, till I wed your ass (ye)
May be baby, till I wed your ass
May be, till I wed your ass
May be baby, till I wed your ass (oh oh yeah)

Conkere, con con conkere
Miss Pepeiye conkere
From 6 to 6 conkere
Relieve me God, conkere
Too too, Too too much conkere
I still dey carry (oh okay)
I still dey jack (hmm-hmm, huh-huh, yeah)

I want your ass for keresimas
I want your ass for keresimas
Block me again, pop another sim card
I'll love your ass for keresimas
Your lazy ass for keresimas
One bottom-belle on my la la la lap
Is all I require for keresi, for keresi
For keresimas oh