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heard about me in the streets you still believe it
Them boy couldn't chat dirty that's why my man is over-speeding
Say Them coming with a whole army but

Thinkin bout you
You like a drug I'm addicted
And I don't know what to do
24/7
24/7
I'm over-speeding
You're driving me crazy
I hope you hear me baby
I

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Diené fɛ sɛ mi mami pulli V8
Overspeeding on the street yeah you can feel it
Life is good we dey party on a replay
Account mu yɛ strong overloading

and
Though this one is coming
You don't know it yet
My heart overspeeding
My thoughts keep repeating
I tell them to beat it
But they're here to stay
You smile,

this rat-race

You're moving like a shark
And you're overspeeding all the time
You're busy making money
Cause you can't have enough
Will you ever wonder?

You'd be shook if my life was put on replay
Always blew my chances like a BJ that's cliche
Overspeeding on this freeway called life
I live it up cos

dan ma oo, but overspeeding kills
Nti susu tiaso Berma na y3nk) Goaso

Don’t be happy with poverty, na woy3 poor a wonni defense
Yeah, I saw the mansion

HWANCHO COMBO going loco, getting money, hit the lotto (cash)
Watch me do this, take a photo, take a shot, shoot from the logo (shoot)
Overspeeding, no no

ni etee
Ni esa eba ekoon
It's a new me
Yeah
I go crush red light wey the koti want try stop me
Over-speeding , hold up
Catch me for the bus stop
No be

Tum planning kar rahe aaj shah
Re faisal taapo ge
Overspeeding jaan gai khuwaab toote maaon ke
Me sach bol raha hu to salah pakar
Me jhoot bol raha hu

overspeeding ki thi par maine na ghoos di
So you see you can say truly everybody knows me
Har kisi ke lagu muh na you can call me choosy

Meri rooh mere sang ab

Whatever be the case
Mama need to get off the trenches deserves a better place
Life sometimes Ibi race
Overtaking overspeeding make man dem dey hate
Outta

high like this,
it's a habit.
I know you feeling high, Ray,
lemme do it my way
Now we overspeeding with this love on the highway,
ride wimme girl

overspeeding
One hundred miles per hour on my clock

I don't want to go to jail
Just want to be free
I take one look in her beady eyes
Finding myself totally

To be honest I'm terrified of not succesiding
Everyday I practice breathing
Mind been racing overspeeding
But I'll never stop Believing
That

Another Morning

Stone

Colours

working hard
And my stomach is rolling like an overspeeding spin dryer

I had it, I'll rip my filthy body up, or what is left of it
No sweat, few beers