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Oh my God, it's DADDY TAM
Show me the bastard
Wen dey make you dey para
Roll up my rizla
Follow me go Santa Monica, ah ah
Show me the bastard
Wen dey make you dey para
Roll up my rizla
Follow me go Santa Monica
Me I no go ever leave your side
Got a couple dates in mind
If them say me I cheat, na lie
Show me the prove make I sympathize
Me I no go ever leave your side
Got a couple dates in mind
If them say me I cheat na, lie
Show me the prove make I sympathize
I don't want your apology, e ye ye ye
Turn my pain into melody, ou oh oh oh
So one day e go make money, e ye ye ye
One day e go make money oh, say e go make money
I don't want your apology, e ye ye ye
Turn my pain into melody, ou oh oh oh
So one day e go make money, e ye ye ye
One day e go make money oh, say e go make money
No go believe wetin you hear for street
Many of them wan reduce my steeze
Girl I know that you're better than this
No go lose guard no go disappoint me
No go believe wetin you hear for street
Many of them wan reduce my steeze
Girl I know that you're better than this
No go lose guard no go disappoint me
Me I no go ever leave your side
Got a couple dates in mind
If them say me I cheat, na lie
Show me the prove make I sympathize
Me I no go ever leave your side
Got a couple dates in mind
If them say me I cheat na, lie
Show me the prove make I sympathize
I don't want your apology, e ye ye ye
Turn my pain into melody, ou oh oh oh
So one day e go make money, e ye ye ye
One day e go make money oh, say e go make money
I don't want your apology, e ye ye ye
Turn my pain into melody, ou oh oh oh
So one day e go make money, e ye ye ye
One day e go make money oh, say e go make money



Авторы: Tamunotonye Matthew



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