Baba God na beg I dey beg
No let all the time my eye to red ooo
Make problem no gather for head
Make I fit to gather the bread
Make Okpo no kill me for bed
Make hunger no hold me for neck ooo
Nigga praying on his knees
Make I no stress for school fees
Make my babe no mend ooo
I never fit to buy am hair ooooo
I still dey pray for your grace
Make i no look like who dey craze oooo
Lord I still dey pray for the money and the grace and the talent and including wisdom
Make I get paid and gather all the checks so I can scatter all their mission ahhh
Sorry pretty girl I'm not so cold
Na money I need girl no be Toto
The way I think sometimes I wan kolo
Sometimes I dey loss for my head I no dey know
Wetin be my own
Only thing I sabi na to sing on any note
Every other thing Ravmen go carry go
Them say even If I sabi to sing I no go blow
Wetin dem know
Back then I get one nicker and one polo
Always by the corner dey smoke Igbo
Thank God no be Hit I follow go
Omo me I no happy I sorrowful
I know when I get the bread and gather don
Even who no love me then go call me bro
Written by: Johnson LotobiLyrics © O/B/O DistroKidLyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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