Paper, boy
Rough nights in Lagos
Badman Sami


I don dey the road for four days
Me and my guy Sami, dey with four babes
If e burst, they fit kill for me, so no gbes
Strong fans, na my face even be their phone case
Tramadol and alcohol dey catch trips
She like Erigga, I dey make her pant drip
Next thing I know, she don begin kiss her friend
Two second, I no waste time, shift her pant quick

The radio dey background dey blast my jam
She feel my eggplant through her pant with biggy jam
Dope finish, next minute she call her man say she dey come late
She dey Aja traffic jam
But, that's how it is in Lagos
No trust, everybody wanna be famous
That's why, the love of your life dey insta message
She write "Hookup only", na you she dey package

Everybody wanna get along
Too much time to pretend to be who they know
The right food no fit make you purge
So when you eat, make you try chop the best of all
No time oh
No time, no time for yawa
No time oh
No time, no time for palava
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Yeah, as you dey invest money, still enjoy my guy
'Cause when you die, your girl go enjoy my guy or me
69, favour for favour
The painful thing be say I come be your neighbor
Who die na him lose, open champagne make we boost
Smoke loud, use Jehovah witness them catch cruise
DM girls wey dey shake pussy for IG
Lagos own too dey cost, order from IB

Thirty k, short rest, seventy till dawn
Send your address, how much be the times for cum
Oko when shoot fake alert, when the babe hold them
I drive leave them, I no dey instablog problem

But, that's how it is in Lagos
No trust, everybody wanna be famous
That's why, the love of your life dey insta message
She write "Hookup only", na you she dey package

Everybody wanna get along
Too much time to pretend to be who they know
The right food no fit make you purge
So when you eat, make you try chop the best of all
No time oh
No time, no time for yawa
No time oh
No time, no time for palava
No time oh
No time, no time for yawa
No time oh
No time, no time for palava

Worst of all be say, upon all you say
You get, you still dey find place to stay
Everybody wanna get along
But thank God say this motherfuckers no be God
Because them for don mando, wetin I no know
Shoot bed, mama fly, from my logo

Oh my n***a, no be to run to Ghana
When you no even get any format
And you no even get any chairman

Everybody wanna be a boss
Thank God they say every made na made
Na so we talk
And if to say man come be God
Na zero recognition oh for oreke boy

Them go dey high like say
Them no know say the south boys big
Them no know say the south boys go school
Them no know say the south boys whoski
Everybody wanna get along
Too much time to pretend to be who they know
The right food no fit make you purge
So when you eat, make you try chop the best of all
No time oh
No time, no time for yawa
No time oh
No time, no time for palava

No time oh
No time, no time for yawa
No time oh
No time, no time for palava