Lyrics:
to Inside you Will you do ta ta ta ta Do ta ta ta ta (Eeh kpe kay lay) Do ta ta If I do pa pa pa pa (Okay) Do pa pa pa pa Do pa pa Will you do ta ta ta ta
[Chorus: Bizzy] Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap you if we have to daily, Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves Ready ta pap
wouldn't sing anymore (Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta, daba-daba) If not for you I couldn't get of this floor (Daba-daba, ra-ta-ta) If not for you Hell would be
ey Adija se dada for the raba you dey japa ta If the money no dey today money go dey tomorrow My sister no dey rush your life Bolade se dada cause
lo pana o (If e no be una) Ta lo pana o (If e no be una) Ta lo pana o (If e no be una) Awon to ku, ta lo pawon (If e no be una) Ta lo pana o (If e no
misunderstood Pwede ra man gud Magsinabtanay lang ta If I could I would Do it like you could I'm just doing What I should, I'm not in control Agree to disagree
Who would of thought a nigga like me could go find new love (New love wow wow) I admit its gonna take some time to get use ta If I'm being real baby
Khoma swa wena Nta khoma swa mina If you ready to move Let's get it Tiva ta wena Nta tiva ta mina If you ready to move Let's get it What would you do
Better Work It Like Ya Suppose Ta If I Take It Out This Holster Blauw... Oh Yeah Rock That, Oh Yeah Pop That Back (Make That Thing Go Blauw) Uh Hum Shoot
gotta bounce ta this) If you're hitting up some skins (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're cooling at a club (Ya gotta bounce ta this) No
Its fa fa if you cha ta Or gra ta if haha Real street nigga never been a pop star Srt make the scene Fuck a cop car Yeah I pop out when the block hot
gotta bounce ta this) If you're hitting up some skins (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're cooling at a club (Ya gotta bounce ta this) No
your crew (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're hitting up some skins (Ya gotta bounce ta this) If you're cooling at a club (Ya gotta bounce ta this) No
something I’m bout’ta say If you call me bro I wont let you grime Sunday night with my bro’s Monday morning in loads Had to put on noise gate Cause I got that
Stash in the hooptie My alibi, any cutie With a booty that done fuck the pop Head spinnin, reminiscin bout my man c-rock Somebody's got ta die If I got,
outside my body and ain't been back in it Yeah I took some losses that's the cost of winning And you'd have more time ta handle yours if you stayed out my
CHORUS All dese hoes on my dick tell me watch out I ain’t fuckin wit dat nigga he a cop out If she got a problem tell dat hoe ta pop out If he got
a sour kraut (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta) Looka looka lika lika Like you want to get some (whoop-tay-whoop-tay-git-ta-gala-goop-ta) If you
ta ta ta) If you never loved me leave me now (Oh na na na na) Stacking all the bag wey I can (Oh na na na na) So I fit to share it with my Mandem So we
I'm real At the end of the day I gat' suttin' ta' say If you're like me You're allergic to fake Rockin' on the beat So smooth, with ma' paws out Feel
always smokin dro, I'm down with everybody but the hatas they love ta hate so if you ain't talkin cash get the fuck out my face. [x2] Yeah I been called
hustle that I'm talkin' bout I been lettin' shit slide cause im workin' on myself Gotta be a betta man focused on the wealth You gotta admit ta if you
take you far far far far Make I give you ta ta ta ta wo wor If e no be love you dey feel for your heart then Elo loma gbagba gba Make I give you gba gba
smokin dro I'm down with everybody but the hatas They love ta hate so If you ain't talkin cash get The fuck out my face Yeah I been called a bitch But
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