Lyrics:
Young Sebastian back in office
Slipped out of the back in a flyin' saucer
"Christelo where we at?" declinin' offers
I hear niggas rappin', can
head)
Bitch, I'm wired up, I'm
Like the cable guy, get her done
(Don't have to ask, don't have to beg)
Styrofoam stacking got the coffee
Sippers sick
What's that?
Hey, what are you guys drinking in those tall, purple glasses?
What is that, rot guts?
(Home brew) Tea?
Hey a little bit later on in
Yo, sound guy ova deh suh
Watch e sound
Under seventeen or yuh over sixteen?
Under seventeen or yuh over sixteen?
I beg you rock and come in
and huggin
Soon as I said - wanna make music like sebastian bach?
I'm not leavin my friend with a guy but it's another road block
[biz sings]
American woman!
beg you for love ooo
Girl i say make you wait for me
Girl i say make you stand by me
Girl as I dey hustle e mi
Girl i say give your all to me
Baby girl
the way I'm dropping silly cues
Do you deserve a guy who begs and steals, cheated, lied
Never shoulders the blame no matter how damn hard they try
I know
to me
Being in each minute
I'm an old guy nearly 60
Probably not too cool
I got a buddy Noam Chomsky who's an old guy too
I asked him about plots for
I can tell you're gonna take your love away
I can tell by that look in your eye
Kind of look that roams around, and sees another guy
I would beg
bygones
I go by gun
Cos I no get time
To con de yarn dust
Ehnn?
Eh God
Eh God
Say na who be this guy?
One time
Blackrose Nuell June
Lord Lu Okay
Who be this
to fren' up with this guy yah know ('fren up)
Everytime he sent for me, you lot fren' up with this guy (friend)
Where are you know with the fren' up?
no dey away
No be by brain success na by grace
Chop your own make I chop national cake
No dey shenk man cus you first am see way
No jonze your guy cus
and high, I'm out with the guys
A smile on my face, no reason to cry
I love you all the time
I can tell by that look in your eye
You're looking
Bu
t they still love talk on my 92 guys
they can’t talk on me or the guys cah most of their guys been cheffed and
done up
*** got yinged by bro
gonna lie
Why lie? I'm the guy
One finger in the sky
I ain't even gonna lie
I ain't even gonna lie
Top guy, I don't beg no bly
Bookie
Stay
a big tough guy
Hold up, ma - got some stuff in my eye
Never mind! Gimme another one of them lullabies
(Thanks, ma!) I love ya cuz ya stuck by my side
You ain't gotta worry 'bout nobody else, it's (me and you)
Bought you a bag, now that guy's askin' what I see in you
(Put) put you on the 'gram,
na maji agu minku mibu
I nor be sick I'm the virus like a Trojan
Truly rap is perfectly preached that be ma slogan
Sebastian Verttel So Tell me how I
pray and be like
On God On God On God On God
Say I beg you bless me this time yeah
Make my blessings no pass me by
Anything I Dey do make you bless me
then I promise I'll be there
Not the Jackson 5, could rap with the guy
I snap each time I step in the booth and slide
Whoa
Wrist on ice and all my bars
Preacher man say no be by muscle
Na grace dey vitamin the hustle
So I go on my knees dey beg baba God
To make my grace auto
As I dey hustle make e dey enter
of a God, That no longer climbs the hills
Nor even lives in my eyes
I will never more beg your forgiveness
But St. Sebastian knows
More than I
Please bring me
petty wars
Got scammed by a dude named Sebastian
That claimed that he was from the Source
But I got something inside, that I know nobody can take from me
the finer things in life yet she don't wanna be by my side
Cut her off, now it's her loss, missed out, she couldda been my bride
Now she beg man like Shamima,
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