Lyrics by Ice Prince - N Word (Remix) ft. AKA

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LYRICS 
INTRO: 

Ra ra..  
Ya ya  
Man a bad man  
Man a gat  
Man a realness  
Man a yarn  
Okay  
We no listen when them talk it up  
Ice, we stay mute  
Ah ah You already know my don  
And its don jazzy again

VERSE 1:  
Jazzy, I’m feeling great I’m feeling nice G  
I’m shooting at the stars my trigger spit lee  
I step aside the room and check the slight gee’s  
She knows her underground ain’t nothing to them ice’s G  
Jesus these niggas ain’t in my category  
I’m topping the lead and couple of gig is giving them niggas amnesias  
I upping the beat one hundred degrees I’m giving the niggas the seizure  
I kill every verse and i kill every rapper that happens to be in the future


HOOK:
Bo ye They don dey top dey don dey feel nigga  
Rapper get real slim aloring hail finger  
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me  
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga  
Bo ye  
We don dey hammer overseas since  
Motherfuckers hating on me please please  
Bo ye  
Dey don dey shout, dey don dey talk shit  
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip

VERSE 2:  
I’m heading to the top they say its illuminati  
I’m hanging in your city in a new buggatti  
Watch me, you know that my crew is naughty  
Big short chilling with a group of shawties  
I’m rolling in your city like a roller coaster  
Click click click manna overdose  
We’re shooting at the stars from afar nigga  
I live in ogbudu my house e no too far nigga


VERSE 3:  
Look how I put my city on the world map  
Its goan take more than goliath to bring the girl back  
Fuck the hash tag, fuck a retweet  
You never block me in the street I’m on the main street  
Please leave me to my devices  
Get my cake up with don jazzy and Ice prince  
Asaleikum wasalam let’s get this paper  
Drop the bomb like I’m Sadam you run away yo  
Bo ye  
Think out the box we’re unstoppable  
For you to jab you need to know that its possible  
I’m at the airport, in my air force  
Fuck the world put her legs by the head board  
We breaking this press smoking the sparkly  
Hard to get ahead in this dollar based economy  
In the flag we pledge third world psychology  
Now follow me while I follow dreams you wanna be


HOOK:  
Bo ye  
We don dey top they don dey fail nigga  
Rapper getting slim aloring hail finger  
Ojota dey salute and dey feel me  
Elegushi dey halla oshey and they feel nigga  
Bo ye  
We don dey hammer overseas since  
Motherfuckers hating on me please please  
Bo ye  
They don dey shout
They don dey talk shit
If you start hating motherfucker you can back flip


OUTRO:  
(Instrumental till fade)