African Boy (feat. Muyiwa Frank)

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Tell your boy make e stop to dey talk
Can't hear what ya saying cuz he's distorting stunting
Gucci tee and silk cotton way the money just dey ooze
Boy this shit rotten oi
My dress code is insulting walk around with bad girls
Imported brought in from West Indies something
Kind tozo you fit put Suya pepper salt in
Salty
That's when it gets naughty
Kind sex way dey lead from one tin to wanting often
She finna sip something she a bad gyal
She like to get dutty sure thing
Assorting fronting
Look a hundred thousand dollars like it is nutting
Small tin
Soon as she start flaunting
Lost in in between the pipkin lusting
Yankee blowing fone straight from Boston
Lost in the game like e Sam Ruston
If you no know the time then you time rusty oh
My timing dey timeless my time frosty oh
The lifestyle is important
Any moves way you make
Right it down jot it walk it
N then you gast sort it
Till you calling all the shots
Jizzey big bossing yea
She loves that African boy
Oh na na na
She wan make I give her that African Love
Sweet banana
They loves that African boy
Oh yah yah yah
Because the boy so fly fly fly
Otutu ice ice ice
Say nutting free for this life
So you got to maintain cuz
Hard times don track through your neighbours
You cry to the savior
We dey pray to God steady Omo bless
May the God come and save us
Get sense we dey hustle for Lagos
When you get money best friends turn to strangers
Investing in other strangers
Soon as you give chance they go start throwing shots at your angels
Blocking all your angles
Faster than yahoo boy laptop way dey track him location
This life full of stages
From Dubai to a station
Last week was on a yacht full of babe'es
Foreign exchanges class of ninety two
Where dem girls wan dey trap and then change us
You catch that
Na just the sax pon the trenches sugar boost
That's why the track too contagious
Swipe tru the pages
In the club they be bumping I turn you into junkie
You know I'm putting work in
Deserve all the accolades
Like your company
But something always stacked up against us
And the basterds is dangerous
I try give you the blueprint
But it constantly changes
How many times way the stars dey your face
But ur eyes done block cuz the dollar sign's salvation
It's all about the money
Everybody's hunting
You better shine your eyes in the streets oju bloody
If you got nothing for me then you'll get nothing from me
That's the way it is in these streets wey them born me
Shawty say she dream sey be my wifey
She don dey call me zaddy
Mami shey you wan dey whine me ni ni
She say my voice is fantastic and she wan make we can kick it in the backseat
The Girls dem want the black boy magic
All of them wan bussit Pon the long stick
Sweet girl your back is massive and I go like make I hit it in the backseat
Damn right put it down on me
On me
Baby gbe sunmomi
She loves that African boy
Oh na na na
She wan make I give her that African Love
Sweet banana
They love that African boy
Oh yah yah yah
Because the boy so fly fly fly
Otutu ice ice ice
She loves that African
African boy
African boy
African boy
African boy
Sweet banana
They love that African
Oh yah yah yah
Ice ice ice