Ginger Mi
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Okun no le
Eh it's Your Boy Kaptain!
Yeah, want the lighter
Pass the kush
Me wanna be a rich nigga
From the hood
See,see
Ice na rap star
Badder than a Gangster
Hey mamacita
Me got a Tiney Tempah
Forget school
Experience is the greatest teacher
Nigga’s Quick to ask
Like their hands got Blisters
Fakers, hater’s
I’M all about the paper
Mi o raye fun obirin
Gon’ see you later
Take a tie you can suit yourself
Or maybе you should get a gun
Then you can shoot yourself
Thеy expecting the worst
But am doing my best
I stay strong like King Kong
I they beat my chest
The boy’s not mortal kombat
You shouldn’t finish him
Because he nor get now
Doesn’t mean you should be teasing him
Money be the igwe
Wey they turn people to slave
Fuck with my team
You’re digging your grave
When we turn up on the party
Everybody’s dancing
Steady we be balling
And na mi music they be dancing
And give me love wey they ginger mi
Oduyewu they ginger mi o
Na the party done they ginger mi
The party done they trigger mi
Say, see
Order two bottles for club
Nai make your guy at the top
They feel like abacha
Fake watch, fake chain
Fake Gucci, fake Prada
But bros you get love for Aba sha
Veronica your babe
She they ride me like Benz
We get accident for your bed
Na bassssssssssha
Omo she trip gon’
Omo she trip gon’
My guy Efizzy
Even run am with abacha
But nor be that one
We come here to talk about
If nor be money matter
E nor come out from my mouth
Shey you be say I nor fit blow
Unless na whistle now
Pull up in a Maserati
You they carry face like we get issue
But I nor send you
If I see you for club
I go still flex you
Give you like two fine kele
Make them organize you
Rearrange you
Then process you!
When we turn up on the party
Everybody’s dancing
Steady we be balling
And na mi music they be dancing
And give me love wey they ginger mi
Oduyewu they ginger mi o
Na the party done they ginger mi
The party done they trigger mi
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Yeah!
Patient dog patient dog
Done get ulcer
Na money go make people
Answer you yes sir
Hard hard guy
But feelings is vital
That one nor mean say
You go worry too much Lyk lyta
Hey God
Boston records done even sign
See olofofo them
They can’t stop my shine
If you they run
Very soon you go fly na time!
Trust in God alone
Charley keep on the grind
Fake pastors fake prophet
Fake prophecies
Fake friends,they fake life,they fake everything
They fake smile they fake love,I see jealousy
The whole systems fucked up
Even politics
Take your clothes off
Turn off the light
Turn off turn off
Turn of the light
Good life,sweet Life, free trips for the night good life,sweet life, free trips for the night
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata
Mo feshe lu, Aya kata